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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1551 | 2015-09-05 23:44:20 | 107.02 | 90% |
| 1331 | 2015-08-20 22:27:53 | 106.62 | 90% |
| 439 | 2015-07-20 16:24:41 | 97.88 | 94% |
| 212 | 2015-07-17 01:31:42 | 82.08 | 88% |