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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 649 | 2015-02-05 19:11:34 | 146.15 | 99% |
| 400 | 2014-07-06 12:54:00 | 152.62 | 99% |
| 25 | 2014-04-11 12:34:39 | 125.43 | 94% |