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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1241 | 2016-07-22 12:50:22 | 102.61 | 93% |
| 1190 | 2016-04-10 12:23:57 | 106.52 | 93% |
| 749 | 2015-06-11 20:38:30 | 102.11 | 96% |
| 242 | 2014-10-22 14:14:36 | 84.67 | 94% |
| 142 | 2014-10-15 14:17:05 | 86.25 | 94% |