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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11780 | 2023-08-25 00:06:08 | 156.28 | 99% |
| 8097 | 2020-08-30 16:37:43 | 139.74 | 100% |
| 7866 | 2020-08-23 16:54:53 | 113.00 | 99% |
| 2866 | 2020-06-15 05:51:59 | 101.78 | 98% |