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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5787 | 2018-04-09 19:37:56 | 76.80 | 98% |
| 1183 | 2017-12-30 19:46:40 | 70.44 | 99% |
| 990 | 2017-12-25 20:11:55 | 65.99 | 98% |
| 116 | 2017-06-19 19:43:44 | 46.95 | 97% |
| 93 | 2017-05-30 10:57:41 | 48.95 | 95% |