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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5259 | 2021-02-10 08:38:36 | 101.69 | 99% |
| 1755 | 2016-12-04 04:07:57 | 93.12 | 97% |
| 685 | 2016-07-15 10:42:03 | 76.84 | 97% |