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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1387 | 2016-07-12 12:20:19 | 77.84 | 99% |
| 938 | 2016-06-18 13:12:17 | 69.85 | 96% |
| 281 | 2015-07-27 09:32:49 | 42.98 | 90% |
| 160 | 2014-04-07 14:54:02 | 47.81 | 96% |