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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2416 | 2018-05-02 16:55:40 | 51.38 | 95% |
| 1616 | 2017-08-11 18:24:36 | 50.97 | 94% |
| 1432 | 2017-07-26 18:18:48 | 48.54 | 94% |