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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1022 | 2016-02-24 09:43:39 | 78.00 | 93% |
| 999 | 2016-02-23 13:11:57 | 89.27 | 96% |
| 848 | 2016-02-08 11:59:53 | 90.12 | 94% |
| 523 | 2016-01-28 16:05:23 | 90.50 | 97% |