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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2202 | 2016-10-10 17:49:27 | 99.88 | 97% |
| 1529 | 2015-10-26 13:30:39 | 97.07 | 97% |
| 580 | 2015-03-20 23:30:25 | 81.46 | 96% |
| 190 | 2015-02-13 00:01:04 | 55.29 | 94% |