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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2042 | 2016-02-10 19:57:11 | 56.70 | 92% |
| 1892 | 2016-02-09 15:10:12 | 59.44 | 95% |
| 1187 | 2015-05-21 16:34:00 | 58.59 | 95% |
| 958 | 2015-04-19 15:22:52 | 59.69 | 95% |
| 608 | 2011-04-25 21:38:28 | 45.87 | |
| 305 | 2011-04-12 13:44:57 | 50.14 |