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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1212 | 2015-01-12 02:36:56 | 84.78 | 99% |
| 1064 | 2015-01-04 16:06:33 | 83.89 | 96% |
| 653 | 2013-09-30 14:45:45 | 82.40 | 96% |
| 216 | 2013-08-09 13:12:53 | 62.07 | 98% |