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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1240 | 2017-10-20 01:17:02 | 127.35 | 98% |
| 1153 | 2015-12-03 17:44:43 | 128.70 | 95% |
| 884 | 2014-11-24 05:13:06 | 139.55 | 97% |