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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5626 | 2019-08-05 23:54:48 | 160.83 | 98% |
| 2696 | 2017-04-25 18:51:40 | 155.07 | 94% |
| 1935 | 2016-08-26 19:19:03 | 153.60 | 91% |
| 1679 | 2016-06-04 12:02:12 | 149.45 | 96% |
| 1456 | 2016-04-01 12:51:32 | 134.76 | 93% |