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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 708 | 2017-04-12 05:53:04 | 70.11 | 94% |
| 405 | 2017-04-06 11:49:40 | 58.85 | 91% |
| 268 | 2017-04-05 07:18:46 | 60.48 | 92% |