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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4453 | 2018-02-21 01:17:06 | 54.88 | 98% |
| 2892 | 2016-10-12 17:52:08 | 82.00 | 96% |
| 2343 | 2016-09-29 21:10:29 | 81.80 | 95% |
| 1579 | 2016-08-23 15:30:48 | 63.50 | 92% |
| 1167 | 2016-08-16 21:31:19 | 68.50 | 95% |