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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4916 | 2018-04-13 22:30:17 | 81.50 | 96% |
| 2090 | 2017-06-16 03:26:51 | 64.28 | 96% |
| 1 | 2015-03-15 04:39:01 | 63.12 | 96% |