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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1313 | 2017-03-13 03:38:19 | 54.75 | 91% |
| 784 | 2016-04-03 16:44:24 | 77.09 | 96% |
| 505 | 2015-11-12 02:51:18 | 64.96 | 95% |