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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4053 | 2017-11-29 15:28:08 | 121.53 | 98% |
| 3823 | 2017-11-02 07:05:36 | 117.20 | 97% |
| 2596 | 2017-09-03 06:09:09 | 116.94 | 97% |
| 1503 | 2017-08-16 07:24:51 | 103.96 | 96% |
| 777 | 2017-08-12 07:05:56 | 108.16 | 97% |