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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1363 | 2015-12-07 14:19:35 | 54.77 | 94% |
| 588 | 2015-06-25 13:14:18 | 50.00 | 94% |
| 446 | 2014-03-05 09:20:47 | 41.93 | 93% |
| 359 | 2014-02-26 09:25:41 | 40.89 | 89% |