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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1269 | 2015-12-02 00:09:19 | 54.92 | 95% |
| 1169 | 2014-05-01 04:43:34 | 81.32 | 94% |
| 877 | 2014-03-10 21:15:11 | 77.65 | 95% |
| 192 | 2011-09-23 12:40:40 | 59.33 | 93% |