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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2459 | 2018-12-04 21:28:22 | 64.45 | 95% |
| 2114 | 2018-11-07 04:21:22 | 69.89 | 97% |
| 1886 | 2018-10-15 01:47:23 | 69.30 | 97% |