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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2541 | 2016-04-12 01:40:15 | 107.16 | 94% |
| 1747 | 2015-08-11 16:17:49 | 102.95 | 96% |
| 518 | 2015-07-12 18:52:50 | 86.10 | 92% |