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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1861 | 2016-01-16 06:46:40 | 53.77 | 89% |
| 570 | 2015-11-24 08:28:10 | 40.29 | 90% |
| 561 | 2015-11-23 06:33:45 | 46.40 | 92% |
| 150 | 2015-09-24 00:01:47 | 44.32 | 90% |