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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4123 | 2017-07-29 17:12:35 | 169.38 | 99% |
| 4090 | 2017-07-28 19:16:54 | 177.80 | 99% |
| 3814 | 2017-07-25 01:44:23 | 177.90 | 99% |
| 3176 | 2017-06-11 21:03:14 | 172.55 | 99% |
| 2961 | 2017-06-07 04:51:30 | 168.92 | 100% |