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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1186 | 2016-12-23 11:12:55 | 74.45 | 92% |
| 1128 | 2016-12-20 07:48:11 | 81.77 | 94% |
| 780 | 2013-07-18 08:36:12 | 69.69 | 92% |
| 761 | 2013-01-26 09:42:54 | 72.94 | 95% |