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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2328 | 2017-07-10 04:04:21 | 86.85 | 97% |
| 1043 | 2015-02-28 16:33:53 | 85.61 | 98% |
| 996 | 2015-02-27 19:54:19 | 69.90 | 91% |
| 790 | 2015-01-02 14:39:15 | 76.37 | 96% |
| 612 | 2014-12-31 16:27:59 | 73.11 | 93% |
| 484 | 2014-12-29 05:32:13 | 77.22 | 98% |