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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2115 | 2019-07-25 21:43:49 | 94.27 | 100% |
| 1092 | 2016-09-02 18:09:19 | 79.55 | 95% |
| 66 | 2014-12-13 09:01:09 | 58.32 | 87% |