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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3310 | 2017-10-11 20:37:27 | 95.75 | 100% |
| 1310 | 2015-02-04 20:11:13 | 86.85 | 98% |
| 1217 | 2015-01-29 15:59:11 | 86.42 | 98% |
| 947 | 2015-01-01 00:51:21 | 85.27 | 98% |
| 619 | 2014-11-18 23:01:16 | 79.83 | 96% |
| 106 | 2013-05-21 16:21:21 | 79.31 | 97% |