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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1993 | 2017-03-26 10:45:24 | 76.08 | 96% |
| 1820 | 2016-11-15 12:19:27 | 73.60 | 94% |
| 1078 | 2016-08-02 09:58:16 | 64.11 | 92% |
| 801 | 2016-07-26 04:24:01 | 71.99 | 97% |
| 787 | 2016-07-26 01:36:57 | 61.16 | 94% |