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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 915 | 2017-05-01 21:21:50 | 108.55 | 94% |
| 644 | 2017-02-01 22:45:09 | 109.57 | 96% |
| 457 | 2017-01-26 20:56:43 | 97.92 | 95% |