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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2272 | 2017-04-20 16:22:02 | 90.58 | 98% |
| 1986 | 2017-03-12 05:01:52 | 74.74 | 91% |
| 397 | 2016-12-26 04:19:49 | 66.46 | 92% |