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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3185 | 2020-12-27 13:27:17 | 61.33 | 95% |
| 1627 | 2016-11-01 06:23:09 | 45.26 | 83% |
| 1339 | 2016-01-07 00:10:34 | 47.29 | 88% |