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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 939 | 2016-07-15 22:57:51 | 102.96 | 92% |
| 283 | 2013-08-29 17:20:59 | 95.01 | 96% |
| 114 | 2013-08-24 15:32:27 | 95.54 | 94% |