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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2853 | 2019-06-13 08:31:37 | 59.93 | 99% |
| 1725 | 2016-03-05 19:40:57 | 51.60 | 94% |
| 1581 | 2016-03-04 22:26:24 | 26.45 | 95% |
| 149 | 2016-02-14 04:18:33 | 46.79 | 91% |