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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5121 | 2019-01-12 20:49:34 | 62.99 | 99% |
| 2512 | 2017-10-21 21:12:52 | 52.84 | 96% |
| 2063 | 2017-10-06 20:36:43 | 46.98 | 95% |