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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2526 | 2016-06-20 12:38:26 | 79.01 | 96% |
| 1863 | 2016-04-14 09:35:00 | 61.49 | 88% |
| 1780 | 2016-04-08 10:32:39 | 66.33 | 95% |
| 1058 | 2016-02-20 06:40:25 | 62.92 | 90% |
| 723 | 2016-02-09 13:14:11 | 60.11 | 90% |