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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4018 | 2018-02-02 23:07:28 | 92.38 | 97% |
| 3322 | 2017-08-10 17:03:22 | 112.37 | 98% |
| 1368 | 2017-06-13 22:27:09 | 88.26 | 97% |
| 1066 | 2017-06-09 22:09:51 | 77.53 | 96% |
| 418 | 2017-06-01 23:52:51 | 79.75 | 93% |
| 310 | 2017-05-31 23:35:12 | 83.51 | 92% |