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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2434 | 2016-10-27 09:26:46 | 90.18 | 92% |
| 1706 | 2016-06-02 14:44:11 | 86.05 | 97% |
| 342 | 2016-04-19 11:54:22 | 70.83 | 94% |
| 97 | 2015-09-09 14:32:41 | 69.34 | 94% |
| 45 | 2015-09-08 15:08:27 | 71.49 | 96% |