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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1341 | 2015-10-23 15:56:15 | 135.86 | 97% |
| 1137 | 2014-08-10 11:39:20 | 140.94 | 98% |
| 1044 | 2014-06-07 04:21:55 | 124.32 | 93% |