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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4929 | 2021-04-10 19:11:12 | 79.57 | 96% |
| 2713 | 2021-02-06 18:38:12 | 61.56 | 95% |
| 1762 | 2021-01-23 17:27:59 | 73.56 | 98% |