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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3966 | 2018-06-06 14:16:41 | 65.24 | 97% |
| 2531 | 2014-10-07 16:36:54 | 57.40 | 93% |
| 1778 | 2014-07-09 07:29:43 | 47.02 | 94% |
| 1635 | 2014-01-07 06:36:46 | 43.11 | 94% |
| 1301 | 2013-09-01 09:45:09 | 38.03 | 88% |