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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2624 | 2018-10-31 00:44:46 | 105.23 | 97% |
| 1576 | 2017-04-03 20:28:02 | 116.59 | 97% |
| 1061 | 2017-03-21 19:30:41 | 101.65 | 94% |
| 221 | 2017-02-16 02:22:39 | 97.31 | 93% |