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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4272 | 2019-07-01 07:13:26 | 60.46 | 96% |
| 1484 | 2016-04-07 14:36:33 | 48.88 | 96% |
| 1433 | 2016-04-02 17:11:19 | 45.03 | 94% |
| 994 | 2016-03-06 14:08:38 | 34.50 | 93% |
| 715 | 2016-02-10 18:43:08 | 27.76 | 85% |
| 559 | 2016-02-04 06:27:45 | 32.09 | 92% |