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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2172 | 2016-08-25 02:37:12 | 54.85 | 89% |
| 1667 | 2015-06-26 02:38:55 | 57.63 | 94% |
| 112 | 2013-07-17 01:31:21 | 26.21 | 88% |