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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3650 | 2018-03-27 20:45:02 | 98.07 | 97% |
| 1052 | 2017-11-22 05:37:01 | 90.84 | 97% |
| 643 | 2017-10-31 23:00:43 | 100.21 | 98% |