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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2572 | 2015-10-08 12:21:17 | 73.31 | 99% |
| 2354 | 2015-06-03 20:40:16 | 63.31 | 96% |
| 1904 | 2015-03-28 13:24:17 | 59.78 | 95% |
| 908 | 2015-02-18 17:40:57 | 43.33 | 94% |
| 704 | 2015-02-09 19:42:02 | 42.30 | 93% |
| 699 | 2015-02-09 19:24:21 | 48.21 | 94% |
| 667 | 2015-02-05 19:38:28 | 47.23 | 97% |
| 429 | 2015-01-21 07:05:41 | 33.85 | 96% |
| 13 | 2015-01-13 22:57:12 | 40.63 | 94% |