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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2068 | 2019-04-10 15:32:17 | 41.04 | 95% |
| 1565 | 2017-05-14 17:53:25 | 42.40 | 87% |
| 1392 | 2017-04-18 15:21:41 | 43.52 | 91% |
| 1209 | 2017-04-07 15:52:56 | 36.97 | 86% |
| 976 | 2017-03-19 14:31:39 | 35.63 | 89% |