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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1376 | 2016-10-05 03:06:02 | 111.20 | 96% |
| 631 | 2014-05-08 22:30:27 | 100.89 | 95% |
| 475 | 2014-01-27 18:34:20 | 101.23 | 96% |
| 390 | 2013-08-19 02:39:54 | 95.62 | 95% |
| 41 | 2012-11-24 23:18:57 | 52.71 | 94% |