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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1451 | 2019-08-15 21:29:26 | 110.84 | 98% |
| 579 | 2016-02-22 00:22:20 | 99.38 | 94% |
| 115 | 2015-12-11 08:30:45 | 98.47 | 98% |