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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 721 | 2017-05-26 18:52:49 | 162.47 | 93% |
| 583 | 2016-05-30 17:59:21 | 162.63 | 94% |
| 532 | 2016-03-26 21:00:00 | 122.80 | 82% |
| 495 | 2015-12-21 02:21:35 | 155.65 | 93% |