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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1605 | 2016-03-31 16:04:26 | 142.63 | 96% |
| 846 | 2015-06-05 21:11:48 | 126.86 | 90% |
| 805 | 2015-05-18 16:07:40 | 119.23 | 89% |
| 667 | 2015-04-21 14:24:02 | 133.68 | 92% |