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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1065 | 2016-08-18 00:11:57 | 99.78 | 97% |
| 944 | 2016-03-12 22:36:32 | 102.24 | 96% |
| 652 | 2014-11-20 19:38:28 | 91.75 | 96% |
| 113 | 2013-02-16 20:18:22 | 90.39 | 95% |