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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1741 | 2016-06-24 20:33:09 | 83.67 | 94% |
| 1634 | 2013-06-14 18:10:49 | 89.30 | 94% |
| 624 | 2012-03-02 18:58:45 | 75.24 | 88% |