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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1058 | 2019-09-16 14:48:54 | 46.06 | 95% |
| 701 | 2013-04-13 08:34:17 | 42.34 | 96% |
| 691 | 2013-02-24 07:30:04 | 36.85 | 91% |
| 659 | 2013-01-12 08:41:45 | 38.83 | 94% |
| 312 | 2012-11-06 13:17:48 | 32.81 | 90% |