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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1383 | 2016-07-24 06:24:38 | 53.84 | 94% |
| 1360 | 2016-02-12 20:56:06 | 55.14 | 94% |
| 1084 | 2014-01-01 13:18:42 | 45.30 | 92% |
| 991 | 2013-07-24 03:14:20 | 39.68 | 91% |
| 691 | 2013-03-26 15:30:12 | 40.89 | 94% |