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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2489 | 2021-05-04 12:50:15 | 98.51 | 98% |
| 2226 | 2021-03-03 11:12:14 | 90.93 | 97% |
| 2083 | 2021-02-20 07:32:30 | 108.16 | 99.4% |