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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3721 | 2019-07-13 11:55:23 | 77.15 | 96% |
| 2251 | 2019-02-11 13:59:11 | 69.85 | 97% |
| 1280 | 2018-11-15 09:57:48 | 61.64 | 97% |