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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2659 | 2019-02-22 10:22:58 | 68.16 | 96% |
| 2033 | 2018-11-25 15:44:50 | 61.80 | 96% |
| 1323 | 2018-10-25 10:25:17 | 66.57 | 97% |