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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6030 | 2018-11-12 04:24:31 | 97.52 | 97% |
| 5906 | 2018-11-08 17:10:37 | 106.89 | 99% |
| 1496 | 2018-03-08 13:07:02 | 108.05 | 99% |