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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1275 | 2020-01-17 17:38:42 | 91.93 | 98% |
| 386 | 2016-01-07 23:42:29 | 85.79 | 95% |
| 295 | 2015-12-16 09:19:55 | 81.61 | 91% |
| 283 | 2015-12-16 09:05:16 | 73.16 | 93% |