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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2469 | 2017-02-25 07:18:51 | 52.81 | 99% |
| 2384 | 2017-02-24 03:30:53 | 49.75 | 98% |
| 1029 | 2017-02-01 04:04:40 | 39.87 | 95% |