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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3747 | 2018-07-11 05:03:26 | 80.06 | 100% |
| 3741 | 2018-07-10 06:14:57 | 72.28 | 99% |
| 2565 | 2018-05-06 16:01:03 | 69.95 | 99% |