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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1934 | 2016-09-25 11:14:52 | 71.57 | 95% |
| 1248 | 2016-08-31 15:13:47 | 67.93 | 94% |
| 578 | 2016-08-09 20:26:46 | 64.81 | 94% |
| 277 | 2013-06-26 00:20:29 | 47.96 | 92% |
| 243 | 2013-06-20 17:11:39 | 40.99 | 88% |