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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2748 | 2020-11-25 21:38:13 | 109.73 | 97% |
| 381 | 2017-08-30 22:00:20 | 128.36 | 99% |
| 135 | 2017-08-27 22:26:46 | 110.83 | 98% |