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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1880 | 2017-09-18 20:59:47 | 61.29 | 99% |
| 1582 | 2012-09-06 18:58:53 | 65.05 | 95% |
| 1273 | 2012-06-28 16:13:55 | 70.33 | 99% |
| 1090 | 2012-01-17 23:59:26 | 65.55 | 98% |
| 486 | 2011-11-29 20:13:21 | 68.02 | 99% |