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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 871 | 2019-03-12 03:19:42 | 97.59 | 98% |
| 568 | 2015-08-30 12:28:42 | 78.43 | 98% |
| 421 | 2014-04-07 14:24:34 | 69.46 | 90% |
| 364 | 2014-03-29 08:43:28 | 74.80 | 97% |
| 282 | 2014-03-23 03:02:46 | 72.03 | 95% |
| 183 | 2014-03-18 14:18:02 | 71.59 | 96% |