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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3022 | 2019-03-22 22:05:49 | 87.63 | 99% |
| 1519 | 2015-12-19 11:31:15 | 72.30 | 94% |
| 1079 | 2015-07-24 07:15:25 | 64.07 | 91% |