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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2600 | 2017-04-06 14:28:37 | 83.13 | 97% |
| 2592 | 2017-04-04 00:03:23 | 67.88 | 95% |
| 2479 | 2016-12-14 15:52:04 | 75.68 | 96% |
| 1999 | 2015-11-25 16:28:34 | 80.05 | 98% |
| 386 | 2015-10-16 17:53:07 | 73.47 | 98% |