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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2018 | 2017-09-03 12:56:15 | 45.87 | 94% |
| 1503 | 2017-08-21 21:05:07 | 45.65 | 94% |
| 1032 | 2017-08-04 06:55:26 | 32.06 | 92% |