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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1946 | 2016-12-17 21:40:10 | 93.62 | 96% |
| 1794 | 2015-12-04 05:10:30 | 82.54 | 94% |
| 1578 | 2015-09-03 04:41:36 | 94.13 | 98% |