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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 877 | 2015-05-13 00:15:50 | 96.94 | 94% |
| 661 | 2014-06-26 11:50:36 | 87.52 | 91% |
| 648 | 2014-05-04 00:13:23 | 96.95 | 95% |