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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9809 | 2020-02-13 16:17:41 | 123.95 | 97% |
| 5183 | 2018-04-07 22:42:12 | 123.78 | 97% |
| 946 | 2016-08-21 00:50:38 | 103.76 | 92% |
| 922 | 2016-08-20 02:12:10 | 104.30 | 92% |