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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2374 | 2021-08-15 19:56:09 | 96.28 | 99% |
| 2025 | 2021-02-27 14:10:42 | 86.73 | 99% |
| 1633 | 2020-11-21 11:50:07 | 93.50 | 99% |
| 413 | 2017-11-29 20:06:52 | 85.30 | 99% |