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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1343 | 2017-03-06 20:36:33 | 79.93 | 94% |
| 554 | 2015-10-14 21:12:56 | 68.17 | 92% |
| 435 | 2015-02-08 17:48:09 | 69.21 | 92% |
| 348 | 2015-01-30 08:04:43 | 65.19 | 94% |