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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3348 | 2015-06-21 22:14:27 | 109.29 | 88% |
| 3160 | 2014-12-13 18:15:54 | 108.70 | 89% |
| 3057 | 2014-10-28 20:16:35 | 94.64 | 86% |
| 3030 | 2014-10-15 21:00:17 | 83.79 | 83% |
| 1743 | 2014-06-12 18:53:11 | 76.55 | 81% |
| 1645 | 2014-06-09 18:42:18 | 110.12 | 96% |
| 619 | 2014-05-15 22:02:22 | 74.44 | 87% |
| 534 | 2014-05-15 11:50:58 | 92.68 | 90% |
| 172 | 2014-05-10 12:32:59 | 87.28 | 89% |