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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1683 | 2017-02-06 13:36:34 | 104.45 | 94% |
| 1299 | 2016-04-05 15:44:56 | 95.36 | 91% |
| 509 | 2015-10-19 13:28:45 | 76.79 | 88% |
| 428 | 2015-10-11 13:44:32 | 92.30 | 94% |
| 69 | 2015-07-19 03:30:36 | 81.75 | 91% |