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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2289 | 2018-03-10 19:22:25 | 88.77 | 97% |
| 1372 | 2016-06-30 16:56:21 | 70.08 | 89% |
| 1306 | 2016-04-04 17:57:16 | 58.85 | 86% |
| 1113 | 2016-04-01 23:11:29 | 51.10 | 80% |