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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2017-02-08 09:47:32 | 86.75 | 95% |
| 566 | 2016-06-03 09:14:02 | 79.05 | 93% |
| 535 | 2016-05-31 22:56:39 | 74.69 | 93% |
| 383 | 2016-05-19 15:55:08 | 75.09 | 92% |
| 366 | 2016-05-19 15:02:46 | 72.80 | 92% |