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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1828 | 2021-02-24 19:56:39 | 67.55 | 97% |
| 550 | 2017-04-25 17:10:04 | 48.39 | 90% |
| 447 | 2017-04-18 12:03:58 | 48.15 | 93% |