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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2607 | 2019-04-26 14:05:53 | 72.93 | 98% |
| 738 | 2017-04-07 13:58:33 | 62.32 | 90% |
| 472 | 2016-11-25 13:05:09 | 57.46 | 92% |
| 352 | 2016-11-09 10:45:11 | 55.69 | 89% |