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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1207 | 2017-08-07 18:35:49 | 89.29 | 98% |
| 611 | 2017-01-03 20:29:54 | 85.96 | 91% |
| 1 | 2013-03-13 01:11:35 | 69.13 | 89% |