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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15535 | 2019-01-31 19:32:17 | 116.33 | 96% |
| 15250 | 2019-01-29 14:15:39 | 127.97 | 98% |
| 5710 | 2017-11-09 18:37:09 | 109.17 | 98% |
| 2798 | 2017-10-24 20:22:41 | 98.44 | 98% |
| 1150 | 2017-09-24 09:16:18 | 87.52 | 98% |