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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3665 | 2020-04-11 18:44:24 | 101.91 | 98% |
| 2761 | 2020-02-10 18:24:50 | 78.73 | 96% |
| 1624 | 2019-12-25 19:50:58 | 84.18 | 96% |