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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 998 | 2018-04-01 20:32:28 | 86.73 | 98% |
| 441 | 2014-07-22 21:46:07 | 56.93 | 94% |
| 437 | 2014-06-24 17:12:59 | 58.50 | 94% |
| 218 | 2014-03-20 19:31:46 | 49.65 | 92% |
| 178 | 2014-03-15 23:03:14 | 41.14 | 93% |