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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1661 | 2017-03-17 15:43:56 | 143.07 | 98% |
| 1528 | 2017-03-06 02:13:28 | 131.88 | 93% |
| 426 | 2017-01-17 03:20:16 | 121.81 | 94% |