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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3822 | 2018-12-12 16:06:33 | 74.18 | 98% |
| 2428 | 2018-02-06 18:06:35 | 67.29 | 97% |
| 1981 | 2017-11-28 19:45:53 | 64.95 | 98% |