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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1992 | 2017-06-04 12:56:54 | 78.14 | 97% |
| 1634 | 2017-04-23 10:27:49 | 74.98 | 90% |
| 902 | 2016-10-19 05:42:58 | 66.63 | 88% |
| 338 | 2013-05-29 08:12:25 | 62.66 | 92% |