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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1222 | 2021-02-05 19:11:20 | 88.28 | 97.6% |
| 752 | 2020-12-03 01:06:44 | 90.36 | 97% |
| 594 | 2020-01-05 17:41:49 | 87.84 | 97% |