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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1276 | 2017-12-05 03:10:21 | 76.59 | 98% |
| 1037 | 2016-02-09 18:19:39 | 84.05 | 96% |
| 1024 | 2016-02-02 19:38:14 | 73.29 | 90% |
| 955 | 2015-03-12 18:58:23 | 72.32 | 94% |
| 342 | 2012-02-01 11:57:24 | 70.10 | 93% |
| 165 | 2011-07-02 21:41:39 | 62.97 | 89% |