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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3951 | 2019-08-22 11:12:44 | 94.15 | 98% |
| 1450 | 2019-04-16 14:46:29 | 76.61 | 96% |
| 641 | 2019-02-28 17:32:41 | 77.89 | 98% |
| 634 | 2019-02-28 17:22:26 | 74.04 | 98% |