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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2016-01-08 01:57:38 | 99.62 | 96% |
| 117 | 2015-04-26 06:29:00 | 97.01 | 98% |
| 116 | 2015-04-26 06:26:31 | 86.85 | 94% |