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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1866 | 2016-07-06 20:09:18 | 123.25 | 100% |
| 1599 | 2016-06-09 16:04:19 | 111.52 | 98% |
| 575 | 2016-02-03 23:48:47 | 106.69 | 98% |
| 256 | 2016-01-28 23:49:38 | 98.29 | 96% |