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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11327 | 2019-09-21 00:40:01 | 97.21 | 97% |
| 6641 | 2018-11-14 18:36:07 | 91.74 | 94% |
| 3904 | 2018-03-06 23:13:11 | 80.15 | 95% |
| 2948 | 2018-02-08 15:46:50 | 84.45 | 95% |
| 2189 | 2018-01-17 21:52:08 | 86.31 | 96% |