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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5237 | 2018-05-29 03:02:40 | 82.21 | 97% |
| 2579 | 2016-09-19 09:24:44 | 60.93 | 90% |
| 1618 | 2016-08-26 08:16:21 | 47.30 | 84% |
| 1358 | 2016-08-20 04:44:42 | 51.46 | 89% |
| 558 | 2016-06-20 16:00:13 | 42.95 | 88% |