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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3495 | 2019-08-01 11:24:20 | 74.46 | 96% |
| 2989 | 2019-07-23 13:10:58 | 61.58 | 94% |
| 2574 | 2019-07-15 11:45:00 | 67.30 | 95% |
| 1400 | 2019-06-06 13:32:00 | 64.92 | 95% |
| 776 | 2019-05-10 13:42:50 | 58.88 | 95% |