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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 592 | 2017-06-27 18:36:37 | 54.78 | 97% |
| 357 | 2015-06-11 09:23:50 | 39.47 | 91% |
| 330 | 2015-05-25 10:01:52 | 32.63 | 88% |