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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1618 | 2018-03-20 19:55:55 | 64.88 | 97% |
| 923 | 2015-11-12 17:10:28 | 57.86 | 92% |
| 762 | 2015-10-08 14:31:16 | 58.80 | 96% |
| 89 | 2013-11-05 19:27:11 | 52.61 | 96% |