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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5850 | 2017-09-10 09:45:41 | 105.79 | 98% |
| 2429 | 2017-07-28 05:03:52 | 71.66 | 96% |
| 1835 | 2017-07-17 17:19:39 | 84.40 | 98% |
| 774 | 2017-07-02 11:37:13 | 63.37 | 96% |