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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2282 | 2020-12-24 20:28:16 | 114.62 | 98% |
| 1521 | 2017-01-01 23:44:31 | 135.42 | 98% |
| 627 | 2013-11-16 19:45:21 | 115.93 | 95% |
| 360 | 2013-10-26 06:42:51 | 115.02 | 97% |