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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2843 | 2017-05-24 16:21:47 | 89.72 | 96% |
| 2081 | 2017-01-05 19:49:07 | 97.70 | 98% |
| 1780 | 2016-11-22 21:23:44 | 76.29 | 91% |
| 1263 | 2016-10-28 02:10:19 | 96.35 | 99% |
| 1102 | 2016-10-23 19:51:00 | 84.78 | 96% |
| 88 | 2016-08-26 00:15:39 | 88.47 | 98% |