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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3756 | 2018-04-20 13:11:26 | 146.84 | 99% |
| 2325 | 2018-01-30 20:17:33 | 128.34 | 99% |
| 1340 | 2017-08-13 21:54:11 | 101.73 | 97% |
| 512 | 2017-07-02 15:11:21 | 120.18 | 98% |