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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1230 | 2022-02-01 01:27:31 | 160.42 | 97% |
| 978 | 2021-11-18 04:41:32 | 176.34 | 98% |
| 268 | 2021-08-29 00:37:27 | 160.61 | 97% |