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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4036 | 2020-01-20 09:25:11 | 76.02 | 98% |
| 3394 | 2018-01-30 14:22:44 | 53.62 | 92% |
| 1449 | 2017-07-26 18:18:39 | 54.85 | 96% |
| 1201 | 2017-06-02 18:39:51 | 57.77 | 86% |
| 685 | 2017-04-03 14:38:53 | 56.31 | 91% |
| 420 | 2017-03-07 18:45:06 | 54.68 | 90% |