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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3612 | 2019-01-05 03:11:38 | 113.36 | 99% |
| 2728 | 2017-05-21 10:34:42 | 104.91 | 95% |
| 654 | 2017-01-02 04:55:21 | 73.82 | 87% |
| 393 | 2016-12-24 22:51:37 | 63.77 | 93% |
| 144 | 2016-11-06 22:11:04 | 98.31 | 94% |