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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1093 | 2017-09-07 23:38:44 | 81.70 | 97% |
| 814 | 2016-05-07 01:11:27 | 90.70 | 93% |
| 610 | 2015-12-17 22:21:45 | 94.83 | 94% |
| 527 | 2015-12-01 15:00:16 | 98.31 | 98% |