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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2936 | 2017-02-21 10:35:58 | 55.84 | 97% |
| 2491 | 2016-05-21 12:05:03 | 50.05 | 92% |
| 2355 | 2016-05-03 22:09:17 | 51.30 | 93% |
| 1487 | 2016-03-13 06:07:59 | 48.18 | 96% |
| 1386 | 2016-03-10 21:09:11 | 50.77 | 92% |
| 475 | 2016-02-26 09:58:54 | 42.83 | 92% |
| 180 | 2016-02-24 08:55:51 | 41.53 | 96% |