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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8202 | 2017-06-14 16:33:35 | 62.44 | 98% |
| 6113 | 2017-02-24 10:38:32 | 57.11 | 96% |
| 5089 | 2017-01-10 13:00:39 | 45.08 | 86% |
| 3565 | 2016-11-04 07:47:03 | 49.15 | 94% |
| 2224 | 2016-09-01 19:26:37 | 43.69 | 92% |
| 1836 | 2016-08-17 16:01:57 | 41.11 | 94% |