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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3424 | 2018-09-19 06:59:51 | 136.26 | 98% |
| 2351 | 2017-11-23 10:53:04 | 144.46 | 99% |
| 1311 | 2017-06-23 05:37:09 | 156.21 | 99% |