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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1702 | 2017-01-29 04:47:21 | 70.85 | 96% |
| 521 | 2016-02-19 00:22:00 | 44.87 | 94% |
| 480 | 2016-02-03 05:59:37 | 47.33 | 92% |
| 384 | 2016-01-29 09:30:54 | 48.05 | 96% |
| 60 | 2016-01-02 04:31:56 | 36.45 | 96% |