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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6786 | 2019-12-10 02:59:49 | 179.60 | 100% |
| 6074 | 2019-11-21 02:26:08 | 149.65 | 98% |
| 5994 | 2019-11-18 19:35:22 | 156.25 | 99% |
| 4755 | 2019-10-22 17:24:01 | 154.18 | 100% |
| 3817 | 2019-03-05 21:32:05 | 151.99 | 99% |
| 2181 | 2017-11-10 17:16:46 | 132.09 | 98% |