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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3635 | 2017-03-11 01:39:54 | 68.67 | 95% |
| 2091 | 2016-12-16 19:59:45 | 62.65 | 93% |
| 430 | 2016-09-12 17:37:49 | 44.82 | 90% |