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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1442 | 2015-01-12 05:06:59 | 54.77 | 95% |
| 1212 | 2014-07-24 04:33:18 | 63.65 | 96% |
| 234 | 2012-10-06 02:57:00 | 42.20 | 93% |