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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2015-02-12 22:10:21 | 80.62 | 91% |
| 838 | 2014-08-25 22:17:51 | 84.15 | 90% |
| 364 | 2011-01-10 22:18:25 | 78.90 |