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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 459 | 2017-02-03 01:00:22 | 137.57 | 95% |
| 418 | 2016-12-22 20:54:09 | 112.75 | 93% |
| 227 | 2016-09-05 03:14:37 | 110.46 | 95% |
| 193 | 2016-08-09 00:22:09 | 102.00 | 90% |
| 146 | 2016-08-01 23:00:35 | 102.46 | 96% |