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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6405 | 2019-05-17 08:15:54 | 90.32 | 99% |
| 5607 | 2019-04-16 19:28:32 | 87.79 | 99% |
| 2361 | 2017-08-25 07:16:17 | 64.64 | 97% |
| 1600 | 2017-07-17 11:10:58 | 58.35 | 96% |
| 23 | 2017-06-14 17:20:11 | 42.99 | 98% |