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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3723 | 2016-04-20 04:33:32 | 57.30 | 92% |
| 2352 | 2016-02-18 06:23:32 | 51.82 | 91% |
| 2102 | 2016-02-14 05:18:12 | 59.34 | 95% |
| 806 | 2016-01-06 17:38:20 | 45.40 | 90% |
| 290 | 2015-09-26 11:13:13 | 37.02 | 94% |