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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 571 | 2017-03-29 08:03:29 | 57.83 | 92% |
| 427 | 2017-03-09 09:02:13 | 58.91 | 96% |
| 191 | 2017-01-18 08:29:26 | 56.92 | 93% |