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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8248 | 2018-09-02 17:04:26 | 87.47 | 100% |
| 3495 | 2017-10-14 18:57:27 | 54.67 | 100% |
| 569 | 2017-03-21 23:21:08 | 77.92 | 100% |