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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1199 | 2015-07-21 17:38:42 | 67.43 | 99% |
| 961 | 2015-07-07 13:11:21 | 57.10 | 95% |
| 700 | 2015-06-18 17:44:20 | 58.39 | 95% |
| 328 | 2015-06-02 17:16:36 | 44.32 | 97% |
| 95 | 2015-05-22 14:25:32 | 48.92 | 95% |