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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 917 | 2017-02-16 13:55:20 | 93.52 | 93% |
| 796 | 2016-09-10 16:40:38 | 80.52 | 90% |
| 393 | 2016-04-08 11:12:04 | 74.78 | 93% |