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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1622 | 2016-01-29 16:44:40 | 112.92 | 96% |
| 1274 | 2015-10-14 19:17:06 | 132.36 | 97% |
| 664 | 2013-11-12 23:28:18 | 87.91 | 88% |