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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1169 | 2017-07-29 14:26:43 | 48.92 | 93% |
| 790 | 2017-06-06 19:13:27 | 44.03 | 94% |
| 787 | 2017-06-06 15:11:30 | 43.63 | 93% |