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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2204 | 2018-05-26 16:51:35 | 104.52 | 98% |
| 544 | 2016-06-13 04:11:44 | 112.43 | 95% |
| 56 | 2015-01-23 09:09:06 | 91.42 | 93% |