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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2010 | 2016-11-07 05:37:41 | 73.19 | 97% |
| 1912 | 2015-10-09 05:12:49 | 80.11 | 98% |
| 1080 | 2015-08-05 05:31:12 | 70.11 | 96% |
| 727 | 2015-07-24 05:38:00 | 66.48 | 96% |
| 605 | 2015-07-15 03:42:02 | 70.58 | 96% |
| 123 | 2015-02-06 08:22:00 | 62.06 | 94% |