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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2078 | 2016-07-23 04:08:17 | 66.50 | 94% |
| 1726 | 2015-03-15 03:27:05 | 55.00 | 88% |
| 1667 | 2015-03-13 21:34:05 | 51.32 | 89% |
| 1402 | 2014-07-28 09:05:16 | 54.08 | 89% |
| 187 | 2013-08-27 06:43:29 | 34.67 | 91% |