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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 386 | 2016-03-07 09:47:48 | 52.94 | 95% |
| 285 | 2015-01-12 13:14:47 | 40.05 | 91% |
| 159 | 2014-02-12 10:26:25 | 33.22 | 98% |