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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1010 | 2016-09-11 12:34:27 | 144.50 | 98% |
| 976 | 2016-09-10 15:26:17 | 136.12 | 97% |
| 929 | 2016-09-09 15:53:19 | 128.04 | 98% |
| 777 | 2016-09-07 14:30:23 | 128.10 | 96% |
| 675 | 2016-03-19 14:20:39 | 115.97 | 94% |
| 499 | 2016-03-14 11:41:44 | 124.82 | 96% |
| 78 | 2013-07-21 07:39:17 | 102.50 | 95% |