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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1592 | 2016-11-27 16:52:20 | 111.38 | 98% |
| 1341 | 2016-01-27 17:47:05 | 108.53 | 97% |
| 1279 | 2015-09-18 20:21:36 | 102.83 | 96% |