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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2569 | 2016-04-13 11:24:17 | 65.94 | 98% |
| 2041 | 2015-03-11 12:30:32 | 60.75 | 96% |
| 1527 | 2014-10-16 13:17:58 | 62.86 | 93% |
| 950 | 2014-05-07 09:11:22 | 55.70 | 95% |
| 587 | 2014-03-05 09:48:53 | 51.36 | 96% |