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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3265 | 2019-02-24 16:15:33 | 87.83 | 98% |
| 748 | 2015-12-13 10:18:11 | 74.84 | 97% |
| 672 | 2015-12-02 20:07:40 | 69.77 | 95% |