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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3733 | 2017-02-14 13:43:55 | 136.44 | 95% |
| 2640 | 2017-01-23 07:21:35 | 134.12 | 96% |
| 2437 | 2017-01-19 08:48:48 | 144.11 | 97% |
| 945 | 2015-03-08 13:23:54 | 110.96 | 92% |
| 775 | 2014-03-29 18:07:18 | 90.27 | 89% |