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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2033 | 2017-07-10 04:04:24 | 81.34 | 96% |
| 1366 | 2016-05-06 09:57:45 | 79.04 | 93% |
| 1266 | 2016-01-10 11:32:33 | 83.62 | 95% |
| 609 | 2015-02-01 03:11:19 | 79.17 | 93% |
| 414 | 2014-08-09 08:28:20 | 76.47 | 92% |
| 105 | 2014-03-20 12:52:17 | 72.69 | 90% |