Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8146 | 2021-07-22 08:08:42 | 130.52 | 97% |
| 7503 | 2021-03-17 09:42:20 | 138.40 | 99% |
| 7048 | 2021-02-23 11:45:23 | 127.14 | 98% |
| 2431 | 2020-11-16 08:46:29 | 155.24 | 99% |
| 1759 | 2020-11-02 09:07:26 | 124.35 | 98% |