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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1754 | 2020-07-15 11:54:26 | 57.45 | 100% |
| 1356 | 2019-04-30 16:45:52 | 62.23 | 100% |
| 570 | 2014-03-09 23:41:29 | 41.06 | 94% |
| 270 | 2014-02-19 13:02:52 | 51.30 | 96% |