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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5810 | 2019-08-30 11:51:52 | 58.10 | 98% |
| 3164 | 2017-09-14 07:23:11 | 49.43 | 97% |
| 2409 | 2017-07-20 16:41:32 | 38.59 | 95% |
| 864 | 2017-02-07 06:42:55 | 40.92 | 89% |