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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4041 | 2018-04-01 15:00:08 | 70.93 | 96% |
| 1169 | 2016-07-22 06:15:21 | 62.67 | 92% |
| 797 | 2016-05-24 10:09:09 | 67.14 | 93% |
| 350 | 2016-01-24 17:43:46 | 22.87 | 90% |
| 193 | 2016-01-15 15:10:40 | 39.97 | 81% |