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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1887 | 2022-01-07 19:08:26 | 76.56 | 99% |
| 1670 | 2011-12-07 15:21:44 | 78.18 | 97% |
| 1608 | 2011-11-10 21:13:06 | 85.54 | 96% |
| 575 | 2011-09-02 19:59:36 | 77.46 | 97% |
| 35 | 2011-08-17 19:07:08 | 62.02 | 92% |