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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3063 | 2018-05-02 15:59:09 | 61.12 | 97% |
| 1462 | 2017-07-12 17:51:14 | 55.64 | 97% |
| 1306 | 2017-07-05 17:31:42 | 50.11 | 97% |