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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1755 | 2017-06-15 15:01:51 | 104.93 | 99% |
| 1106 | 2017-03-13 15:52:50 | 85.70 | 95% |
| 646 | 2017-02-05 16:56:33 | 88.57 | 95% |