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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5031 | 2021-11-21 00:06:58 | 169.19 | 99% |
| 4713 | 2021-11-19 04:04:36 | 161.87 | 99% |
| 3149 | 2021-05-08 02:10:31 | 170.38 | 99% |
| 1464 | 2020-06-07 23:51:43 | 185.85 | 99% |