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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1378 | 2018-12-21 17:11:31 | 91.92 | 98% |
| 486 | 2018-11-12 01:17:24 | 75.27 | 98% |
| 114 | 2018-10-31 20:21:29 | 67.07 | 98% |