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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3974 | 2017-04-26 03:01:06 | 112.20 | 91% |
| 2344 | 2016-09-02 06:05:51 | 116.05 | 90% |
| 2173 | 2016-08-25 06:12:19 | 96.52 | 83% |
| 1935 | 2016-08-11 09:56:49 | 102.49 | 89% |
| 1611 | 2016-07-29 11:52:17 | 107.69 | 92% |
| 215 | 2016-05-27 07:19:49 | 106.46 | 95% |