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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 638 | 2016-04-03 18:49:22 | 70.92 | 93% |
| 598 | 2016-04-01 14:38:46 | 76.03 | 94% |
| 155 | 2012-04-06 20:14:41 | 78.72 | 97% |