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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1755 | 2018-03-28 19:40:53 | 63.40 | 98% |
| 998 | 2013-11-07 20:33:41 | 56.44 | 96% |
| 502 | 2013-01-21 20:53:38 | 49.15 | 96% |
| 422 | 2013-01-15 08:19:50 | 50.91 | 94% |