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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7563 | 2019-05-11 11:08:58 | 83.49 | 99% |
| 4634 | 2018-01-30 15:04:16 | 72.45 | 96% |
| 4371 | 2018-01-25 14:30:38 | 79.49 | 96% |