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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2123 | 2017-09-21 22:53:10 | 79.94 | 97% |
| 140 | 2016-07-21 06:45:02 | 62.14 | 87% |
| 83 | 2016-07-20 01:27:14 | 62.32 | 88% |