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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5538 | 2019-08-02 19:56:51 | 92.64 | 99% |
| 1794 | 2013-11-22 03:18:32 | 68.63 | 96% |
| 1678 | 2013-02-20 23:20:11 | 69.39 | 95% |
| 1564 | 2012-07-05 14:38:46 | 60.87 | 91% |
| 1442 | 2012-06-20 15:58:48 | 62.18 | 96% |