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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3921 | 2019-02-18 11:20:26 | 69.82 | 97% |
| 2807 | 2019-02-06 06:03:20 | 64.75 | 96% |
| 1813 | 2018-11-04 03:40:42 | 58.13 | 96% |