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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4792 | 2017-02-06 14:19:18 | 137.68 | 96% |
| 2282 | 2016-03-21 03:20:34 | 111.11 | 89% |
| 1577 | 2016-02-25 14:56:27 | 120.64 | 90% |
| 1436 | 2016-02-22 16:08:20 | 117.67 | 88% |