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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 533 | 2017-02-15 14:04:56 | 87.38 | 97% |
| 343 | 2016-11-04 17:56:13 | 85.49 | 98% |
| 181 | 2016-07-20 17:56:59 | 73.76 | 98% |