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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3645 | 2017-04-22 06:29:21 | 50.75 | 95% |
| 2850 | 2017-04-14 10:14:52 | 46.90 | 90% |
| 2828 | 2017-04-14 09:31:34 | 47.03 | 92% |
| 2279 | 2017-04-10 14:16:16 | 46.35 | 93% |
| 188 | 2017-03-30 13:03:45 | 29.76 | 90% |