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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3361 | 2019-10-05 20:10:11 | 121.17 | 99% |
| 2866 | 2016-04-24 21:58:41 | 100.64 | 95% |
| 2528 | 2016-03-15 22:28:07 | 94.40 | 92% |
| 1945 | 2016-02-12 17:39:28 | 101.62 | 95% |
| 1906 | 2016-02-11 14:55:07 | 90.15 | 90% |
| 1303 | 2016-02-01 18:59:10 | 110.28 | 98% |
| 1135 | 2016-01-21 18:30:07 | 92.94 | 95% |
| 693 | 2016-01-10 00:05:39 | 88.09 | 94% |