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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3256 | 2023-05-07 23:38:29 | 112.97 | 99% |
| 1129 | 2017-01-29 11:12:36 | 89.97 | 96% |
| 589 | 2016-10-19 23:04:33 | 70.02 | 91% |
| 189 | 2016-10-10 05:41:40 | 72.52 | 92% |