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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1047 | 2016-06-08 22:07:19 | 48.47 | 94% |
| 961 | 2016-05-15 23:48:40 | 45.79 | 93% |
| 798 | 2015-10-01 02:31:25 | 49.25 | 93% |
| 678 | 2015-02-24 01:27:03 | 41.21 | 88% |
| 418 | 2014-10-11 02:05:24 | 42.25 | 91% |