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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4195 | 2017-07-08 08:21:28 | 103.99 | 98% |
| 4043 | 2017-06-14 05:52:05 | 97.39 | 96% |
| 845 | 2016-10-25 13:30:03 | 97.83 | 95% |
| 68 | 2013-04-06 19:49:51 | 67.02 | 92% |