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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 635 | 2015-08-12 12:58:21 | 128.65 | 98% |
| 564 | 2015-08-11 17:26:26 | 123.63 | 95% |
| 493 | 2015-08-11 13:13:41 | 118.21 | 93% |
| 370 | 2015-08-08 21:51:00 | 134.18 | 99% |
| 366 | 2015-08-08 21:42:29 | 124.44 | 96% |
| 250 | 2015-08-07 11:46:41 | 122.57 | 97% |