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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 913 | 2015-07-11 09:57:02 | 99.14 | 98% |
| 505 | 2014-07-29 11:46:05 | 85.64 | 97% |
| 398 | 2014-04-06 18:34:03 | 75.26 | 97% |
| 124 | 2014-02-11 13:50:11 | 58.38 | 88% |