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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3156 | 2017-01-01 03:59:57 | 104.18 | 90% |
| 2647 | 2016-09-13 07:52:24 | 105.04 | 89% |
| 2618 | 2016-09-11 10:21:19 | 108.51 | 92% |
| 1472 | 2016-04-27 17:13:17 | 103.41 | 92% |
| 1228 | 2016-03-18 07:37:29 | 95.71 | 90% |
| 565 | 2015-06-14 20:27:09 | 86.87 | 87% |
| 31 | 2015-04-20 07:39:11 | 75.85 | 87% |