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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 941 | 2019-04-04 17:26:15 | 127.81 | 99% |
| 456 | 2016-08-13 02:36:15 | 97.46 | 92% |
| 446 | 2016-08-12 01:24:30 | 99.74 | 94% |
| 315 | 2016-08-01 12:58:34 | 99.80 | 93% |
| 135 | 2016-07-20 11:42:41 | 103.57 | 95% |
| 24 | 2016-07-03 17:19:29 | 93.83 | 92% |