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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8266 | 2018-03-02 17:35:12 | 71.07 | 97% |
| 3862 | 2017-08-28 20:33:00 | 57.51 | 97% |
| 1942 | 2017-07-05 09:51:45 | 54.97 | 98% |
| 1564 | 2017-06-20 05:23:02 | 48.61 | 95% |
| 1101 | 2017-06-04 05:56:02 | 48.67 | 96% |