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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2355 | 2016-08-24 16:12:08 | 72.27 | 95% |
| 1638 | 2016-01-15 04:51:31 | 59.25 | 90% |
| 983 | 2015-08-08 15:49:49 | 50.28 | 85% |
| 737 | 2015-07-19 11:12:14 | 55.59 | 92% |
| 363 | 2015-07-10 10:56:51 | 48.02 | 89% |