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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 250 | 2016-06-16 07:44:06 | 113.29 | 96% |
| 180 | 2014-05-24 21:01:46 | 119.84 | 99% |
| 132 | 2013-12-16 03:35:33 | 121.16 | 98% |