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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1589 | 2016-03-20 08:41:04 | 47.96 | 92% |
| 1060 | 2015-12-04 10:07:37 | 49.00 | 91% |
| 498 | 2015-07-27 09:32:55 | 39.97 | 89% |