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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1862 | 2021-12-05 07:53:00 | 79.56 | 97% |
| 1723 | 2021-01-14 09:31:24 | 79.07 | 98% |
| 1485 | 2020-02-17 10:49:54 | 73.50 | 96% |
| 1395 | 2020-01-21 11:47:08 | 85.47 | 98% |