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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2052 | 2021-02-25 22:04:21 | 65.10 | 96.2% |
| 1431 | 2020-07-13 07:56:53 | 60.71 | 96% |
| 668 | 2016-11-11 04:33:25 | 51.82 | 92% |
| 369 | 2015-10-20 02:53:10 | 44.83 | 89% |
| 325 | 2015-10-14 02:34:15 | 52.22 | 91% |