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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2435 | 2015-06-06 18:25:31 | 83.97 | 97% |
| 1915 | 2015-03-24 00:29:43 | 67.51 | 91% |
| 1835 | 2015-03-18 03:37:15 | 79.61 | 98% |
| 1173 | 2015-03-02 21:07:36 | 68.16 | 93% |
| 1031 | 2015-02-26 16:14:49 | 72.54 | 94% |
| 659 | 2015-02-20 14:06:20 | 63.25 | 90% |
| 349 | 2015-02-10 18:33:52 | 67.62 | 94% |