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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1851 | 2018-02-26 10:29:15 | 80.94 | 98% |
| 180 | 2016-07-28 11:34:19 | 48.99 | 91% |
| 142 | 2016-07-19 12:11:25 | 42.24 | 93% |