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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 994 | 2016-04-12 00:32:21 | 70.70 | 88% |
| 903 | 2015-11-20 17:04:02 | 71.33 | 94% |
| 660 | 2015-10-28 18:07:01 | 86.86 | 98% |
| 167 | 2015-09-26 20:46:24 | 70.28 | 93% |