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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5785 | 2020-03-08 03:36:36 | 120.51 | 99% |
| 3886 | 2019-12-28 01:33:16 | 104.10 | 97% |
| 1570 | 2014-10-07 22:19:39 | 117.20 | 99% |
| 1461 | 2014-10-06 05:55:16 | 109.92 | 96% |
| 408 | 2014-09-19 04:44:46 | 97.33 | 95% |
| 147 | 2014-09-14 12:40:01 | 99.30 | 97% |