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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2696 | 2016-04-04 09:24:24 | 79.46 | 97% |
| 2320 | 2015-08-04 09:55:21 | 77.91 | 94% |
| 1910 | 2015-04-18 07:15:09 | 68.90 | 96% |
| 1615 | 2015-03-31 10:00:06 | 64.60 | 94% |
| 1071 | 2015-03-18 08:54:14 | 58.87 | 96% |
| 1064 | 2015-03-18 08:45:24 | 50.56 | 94% |
| 343 | 2015-03-06 07:48:44 | 42.15 | 94% |