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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1693 | 2018-09-10 07:44:48 | 57.43 | 96% |
| 476 | 2014-02-03 13:38:17 | 43.86 | 89% |
| 389 | 2014-02-03 06:47:04 | 49.47 | 92% |
| 118 | 2014-01-31 11:51:10 | 54.55 | 98% |
| 110 | 2014-01-31 11:24:43 | 56.08 | 98% |