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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4075 | 2017-01-09 19:17:01 | 69.53 | 96% |
| 3743 | 2016-11-30 18:59:33 | 75.16 | 97% |
| 3558 | 2016-11-15 01:13:27 | 66.88 | 95% |
| 2905 | 2016-09-09 15:53:37 | 68.57 | 97% |
| 1820 | 2016-08-08 14:48:28 | 62.10 | 98% |
| 1572 | 2016-08-02 23:57:08 | 63.35 | 96% |
| 1402 | 2016-08-01 22:24:11 | 62.12 | 98% |
| 870 | 2016-07-16 16:22:38 | 56.54 | 96% |
| 738 | 2016-07-13 14:56:17 | 59.20 | 98% |