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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3215 | 2017-12-25 23:59:09 | 90.47 | 98% |
| 2634 | 2017-12-21 09:18:03 | 94.48 | 98% |
| 878 | 2017-01-31 17:40:37 | 84.12 | 96% |