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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1650 | 2016-05-16 18:27:52 | 83.80 | 94% |
| 1602 | 2016-05-13 13:43:28 | 72.00 | 93% |
| 972 | 2016-04-13 14:48:44 | 92.54 | 94% |
| 35 | 2016-02-12 16:54:57 | 67.54 | 92% |