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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4102 | 2022-03-07 13:26:46 | 91.82 | 96% |
| 994 | 2020-05-27 03:10:27 | 87.82 | 97% |
| 482 | 2020-05-10 05:15:12 | 73.30 | 95% |