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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1880 | 2016-02-05 23:05:54 | 69.66 | 93% |
| 1497 | 2016-01-10 20:19:54 | 61.04 | 87% |
| 266 | 2015-10-13 01:04:55 | 40.65 | 93% |
| 128 | 2015-10-10 18:21:06 | 34.81 | 84% |