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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2017-03-22 13:38:01 | 75.16 | 96% |
| 968 | 2015-11-18 11:59:58 | 69.62 | 95% |
| 591 | 2015-01-26 20:52:46 | 64.39 | 97% |
| 530 | 2015-01-20 15:51:08 | 64.07 | 97% |
| 29 | 2014-04-08 15:49:57 | 49.37 | 97% |