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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1814 | 2016-11-22 18:20:32 | 138.77 | 99% |
| 1348 | 2014-08-04 06:20:18 | 116.40 | 94% |
| 1182 | 2014-04-25 22:42:57 | 120.77 | 98% |
| 437 | 2013-10-20 10:32:58 | 60.84 | 93% |
| 270 | 2013-08-09 13:47:27 | 81.13 | 94% |