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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8392 | 2019-10-07 12:47:05 | 90.80 | 97% |
| 6398 | 2018-09-14 10:41:35 | 85.16 | 95% |
| 1710 | 2017-11-13 09:33:09 | 92.14 | 98% |
| 1133 | 2017-04-20 12:27:47 | 87.54 | 90% |
| 743 | 2017-02-27 11:46:24 | 79.67 | 91% |