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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1463 | 2015-04-08 08:10:39 | 86.66 | 96% |
| 1384 | 2015-03-31 22:55:20 | 89.47 | 96% |
| 1097 | 2014-07-16 04:16:36 | 88.02 | 97% |
| 587 | 2014-04-30 07:49:52 | 84.93 | 97% |
| 378 | 2014-04-11 00:58:31 | 94.39 | 98% |
| 277 | 2014-03-28 00:22:31 | 81.94 | 95% |
| 100 | 2014-03-18 06:33:45 | 83.04 | 96% |
| 83 | 2014-03-17 11:57:16 | 78.15 | 94% |