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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1054 | 2017-03-21 01:50:47 | 85.50 | 91% |
| 928 | 2017-02-20 23:51:45 | 97.85 | 95% |
| 925 | 2017-02-13 20:58:29 | 84.98 | 92% |
| 683 | 2014-05-20 04:36:23 | 83.15 | 92% |
| 219 | 2011-02-06 00:18:15 | 49.93 |