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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3014 | 2015-07-17 02:28:03 | 110.86 | 92% |
| 2869 | 2015-07-12 20:50:04 | 109.73 | 93% |
| 2009 | 2015-04-02 00:48:41 | 115.44 | 97% |
| 374 | 2014-07-05 18:26:21 | 98.41 | 95% |
| 312 | 2014-07-02 16:36:57 | 101.36 | 94% |
| 200 | 2014-06-30 15:49:29 | 99.99 | 95% |