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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9915 | 2018-11-28 22:01:30 | 89.63 | 98% |
| 9812 | 2018-11-12 01:58:30 | 90.31 | 98% |
| 7162 | 2018-04-22 19:34:23 | 75.97 | 96% |
| 5744 | 2018-04-08 17:24:54 | 67.45 | 96% |
| 5377 | 2018-04-04 18:00:06 | 82.34 | 98% |