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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3998 | 2020-05-06 12:08:12 | 110.52 | 99% |
| 3340 | 2020-01-04 06:57:39 | 83.93 | 96% |
| 1235 | 2019-06-29 20:53:43 | 79.30 | 97% |