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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2313 | 2015-05-28 11:11:20 | 71.93 | 89% |
| 1752 | 2015-05-18 18:12:54 | 66.48 | 87% |
| 1324 | 2015-05-11 14:22:05 | 55.72 | 79% |
| 1003 | 2015-05-08 11:41:17 | 64.92 | 86% |
| 786 | 2015-05-07 12:41:43 | 64.01 | 86% |
| 246 | 2015-05-04 16:04:07 | 63.31 | 84% |
| 182 | 2015-05-04 13:46:17 | 47.04 | 78% |