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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1343 | 2016-12-11 01:49:14 | 79.75 | 94% |
| 1175 | 2016-11-08 08:43:25 | 76.27 | 95% |
| 1080 | 2016-10-27 01:19:45 | 74.09 | 94% |
| 915 | 2016-09-30 04:31:40 | 66.63 | 90% |
| 610 | 2016-09-15 09:13:07 | 81.20 | 96% |
| 197 | 2016-09-01 23:23:04 | 68.33 | 90% |
| 38 | 2016-08-28 04:28:20 | 62.04 | 87% |
| 20 | 2016-08-28 03:49:26 | 62.44 | 89% |