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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5120 | 2018-09-09 23:18:31 | 112.98 | 98% |
| 5104 | 2018-09-07 01:23:22 | 120.85 | 100% |
| 2250 | 2017-07-12 22:40:37 | 101.31 | 97% |
| 712 | 2015-11-21 00:38:16 | 92.80 | 97% |
| 281 | 2015-06-05 01:39:42 | 76.06 | 94% |