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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1391 | 2017-05-06 08:58:25 | 50.50 | 93% |
| 1015 | 2017-03-29 08:03:46 | 45.08 | 92% |
| 495 | 2017-02-12 20:14:16 | 32.44 | 90% |