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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5992 | 2018-06-30 02:43:52 | 123.09 | 98% |
| 5069 | 2018-06-16 01:39:38 | 122.91 | 98% |
| 4308 | 2018-06-02 05:47:14 | 116.42 | 98% |
| 3713 | 2018-05-06 02:53:56 | 106.21 | 96% |
| 1113 | 2017-12-03 23:34:31 | 113.81 | 98% |
| 570 | 2017-11-09 05:17:27 | 103.77 | 98% |
| 34 | 2016-04-27 05:42:41 | 90.45 | 89% |