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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3185 | 2017-09-29 13:12:02 | 74.69 | 96% |
| 2945 | 2017-09-18 16:41:18 | 74.87 | 96% |
| 1699 | 2017-02-13 10:23:04 | 62.48 | 87% |
| 959 | 2016-12-12 15:41:44 | 64.47 | 90% |
| 333 | 2014-02-11 13:43:40 | 45.87 | 84% |