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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4934 | 2020-04-21 14:35:45 | 68.38 | 99% |
| 2325 | 2017-06-14 09:05:40 | 61.30 | 99% |
| 1252 | 2017-01-03 11:31:23 | 55.72 | 95% |