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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1929 | 2017-09-17 15:32:59 | 116.69 | 98% |
| 1187 | 2015-07-16 07:55:18 | 102.56 | 92% |
| 394 | 2014-09-08 17:20:10 | 100.93 | 95% |
| 225 | 2014-09-07 12:11:31 | 107.04 | 98% |
| 2 | 2014-09-05 12:38:16 | 95.96 | 97% |