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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4243 | 2017-05-17 02:14:54 | 193.42 | 94% |
| 3082 | 2017-04-21 00:13:59 | 170.41 | 94% |
| 433 | 2017-01-23 07:21:29 | 169.33 | 95% |