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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1138 | 2021-03-20 18:03:29 | 84.12 | 97% |
| 926 | 2021-02-28 16:46:05 | 77.78 | 96.6% |
| 858 | 2021-02-23 16:36:11 | 81.39 | 97% |