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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4069 | 2018-01-26 15:07:18 | 96.81 | 97% |
| 3759 | 2017-10-13 01:16:33 | 103.86 | 99% |
| 2976 | 2016-12-23 16:47:41 | 104.65 | 97% |
| 1177 | 2016-10-17 13:39:30 | 100.84 | 95% |
| 866 | 2016-10-07 13:23:08 | 99.88 | 94% |
| 767 | 2016-09-30 19:08:28 | 93.70 | 95% |
| 614 | 2016-09-29 13:05:49 | 90.21 | 91% |
| 196 | 2016-09-20 15:29:37 | 88.53 | 92% |