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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3819 | 2018-02-22 07:24:47 | 64.64 | 96% |
| 1245 | 2017-08-06 10:07:33 | 57.30 | 96% |
| 152 | 2017-07-24 07:32:57 | 52.82 | 98% |
| 49 | 2017-07-21 19:46:29 | 51.51 | 97% |