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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1512 | 2019-03-18 05:41:41 | 95.08 | 99% |
| 708 | 2016-08-28 15:08:31 | 76.74 | 98% |
| 561 | 2016-08-26 14:35:01 | 71.37 | 95% |
| 533 | 2016-08-26 13:59:09 | 69.74 | 97% |
| 252 | 2014-12-27 15:27:33 | 71.38 | 94% |