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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5623 | 2018-08-07 10:16:43 | 136.37 | 100% |
| 4611 | 2018-06-08 17:24:03 | 125.82 | 98% |
| 4116 | 2018-01-23 08:17:57 | 132.86 | 99% |
| 4084 | 2018-01-20 05:29:09 | 104.67 | 97% |
| 516 | 2017-03-18 12:41:01 | 129.43 | 98% |