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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7763 | 2017-12-16 21:23:09 | 147.34 | 99% |
| 1028 | 2017-08-23 17:52:14 | 149.23 | 99% |
| 670 | 2017-08-19 15:05:27 | 129.38 | 98% |
| 259 | 2017-08-12 17:16:46 | 137.86 | 99% |
| 245 | 2017-08-12 16:59:17 | 149.84 | 100% |