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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 829 | 2016-09-20 15:29:32 | 102.69 | 96% |
| 551 | 2015-12-17 21:00:29 | 92.90 | 92% |
| 148 | 2015-09-03 23:45:02 | 83.87 | 94% |
| 28 | 2015-04-21 13:07:09 | 81.57 | 94% |