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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3012 | 2019-11-13 17:13:12 | 89.28 | 98% |
| 2487 | 2019-11-05 13:56:13 | 91.13 | 98% |
| 1989 | 2019-10-29 17:53:03 | 94.71 | 99% |