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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1560 | 2018-01-12 15:17:49 | 94.37 | 96% |
| 1207 | 2016-10-29 15:48:32 | 93.56 | 96% |
| 1151 | 2016-09-06 14:41:46 | 82.18 | 94% |
| 975 | 2016-06-14 13:19:20 | 89.95 | 95% |
| 758 | 2014-03-26 14:05:39 | 94.91 | 97% |