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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2886 | 2017-11-20 04:17:49 | 67.23 | 97% |
| 2647 | 2014-06-14 15:01:08 | 76.77 | 97% |
| 2613 | 2014-06-06 23:43:17 | 68.49 | 95% |
| 2350 | 2014-05-12 02:48:48 | 67.56 | 92% |
| 913 | 2013-02-15 12:26:24 | 63.39 | 94% |
| 728 | 2013-02-07 10:31:37 | 59.25 | 90% |