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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2537 | 2020-05-07 13:39:51 | 88.55 | 98% |
| 2008 | 2020-05-05 17:24:57 | 95.69 | 96% |
| 546 | 2020-05-04 06:02:48 | 109.79 | 98% |