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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3429 | 2016-11-06 07:56:55 | 72.75 | 95% |
| 3155 | 2016-08-17 07:25:21 | 63.48 | 88% |
| 2543 | 2016-04-08 18:00:02 | 59.46 | 87% |
| 2510 | 2016-04-08 08:55:47 | 60.28 | 88% |
| 1778 | 2016-03-16 17:25:29 | 55.92 | 87% |
| 1562 | 2016-03-01 19:47:01 | 60.43 | 94% |
| 1454 | 2016-03-01 09:05:20 | 62.64 | 90% |
| 953 | 2016-02-13 04:26:24 | 50.60 | 88% |