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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1940 | 2017-06-09 14:29:15 | 90.18 | 97% |
| 1138 | 2015-04-29 16:08:47 | 89.90 | 96% |
| 965 | 2015-04-22 18:48:23 | 82.20 | 93% |
| 824 | 2015-04-14 13:47:13 | 85.11 | 94% |
| 768 | 2015-04-09 18:23:54 | 89.31 | 98% |