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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1225 | 2016-02-24 22:34:49 | 128.84 | 96% |
| 1189 | 2016-02-24 19:04:15 | 120.99 | 92% |
| 359 | 2016-01-19 02:54:41 | 105.57 | 91% |
| 102 | 2015-10-12 15:26:48 | 113.88 | 96% |