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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1339 | 2020-03-17 04:46:29 | 67.08 | 97% |
| 779 | 2018-02-26 10:29:22 | 71.27 | 98% |
| 232 | 2014-05-31 03:47:59 | 54.66 | 92% |
| 227 | 2014-05-26 09:14:21 | 59.84 | 96% |