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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1392 | 2017-09-18 22:12:27 | 82.74 | 98% |
| 692 | 2017-08-16 17:28:07 | 72.50 | 97% |
| 352 | 2017-08-09 00:03:46 | 56.82 | 95% |
| 128 | 2017-08-07 21:33:29 | 61.85 | 95% |