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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1757 | 2017-03-01 02:12:59 | 106.83 | 96% |
| 1681 | 2016-08-29 02:04:56 | 82.88 | 91% |
| 841 | 2014-11-04 03:33:04 | 93.36 | 94% |
| 51 | 2013-09-25 02:13:26 | 90.09 | 96% |