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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1097 | 2016-10-05 14:50:54 | 70.87 | 90% |
| 741 | 2015-11-04 09:57:40 | 70.07 | 97% |
| 516 | 2015-03-30 10:59:56 | 48.05 | 95% |