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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5746 | 2018-10-16 08:57:22 | 90.11 | 95% |
| 2229 | 2017-05-19 12:57:46 | 89.86 | 87% |
| 2034 | 2017-04-23 22:17:53 | 101.95 | 94% |