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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3806 | 2021-07-11 15:11:23 | 142.87 | 98% |
| 3516 | 2021-05-24 07:49:48 | 143.03 | 99% |
| 3469 | 2021-05-22 12:52:01 | 139.24 | 98% |
| 2576 | 2021-01-25 11:18:19 | 162.42 | 100% |
| 2395 | 2021-01-22 07:51:59 | 156.97 | 99% |