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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 723 | 2017-05-27 13:05:59 | 91.03 | 95% |
| 715 | 2017-05-27 05:03:49 | 78.36 | 91% |
| 429 | 2015-06-26 13:24:38 | 93.88 | 96% |
| 261 | 2015-04-28 19:38:30 | 83.48 | 94% |
| 235 | 2015-04-26 20:18:38 | 82.55 | 93% |