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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2017-05-24 14:53:59 | 39.85 | 87% |
| 865 | 2017-05-01 17:03:53 | 35.79 | 84% |
| 318 | 2017-04-18 09:29:54 | 38.30 | 89% |