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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2981 | 2020-02-06 18:36:00 | 153.85 | 100% |
| 1211 | 2019-08-15 20:59:17 | 145.59 | 99% |
| 581 | 2019-04-28 04:21:26 | 159.23 | 100% |
| 265 | 2019-04-22 20:12:29 | 143.11 | 99% |