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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1244 | 2017-06-19 17:11:16 | 103.19 | 97% |
| 705 | 2015-06-12 15:20:37 | 125.85 | 100% |
| 392 | 2014-09-14 04:48:29 | 109.11 | 95% |