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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1904 | 2016-01-18 21:47:11 | 77.64 | 94% |
| 1731 | 2016-01-04 21:13:21 | 73.98 | 93% |
| 1076 | 2015-03-23 10:26:33 | 63.01 | 91% |
| 1006 | 2015-02-10 14:49:43 | 59.90 | 90% |
| 686 | 2014-11-29 11:49:20 | 57.59 | 93% |
| 80 | 2014-10-12 16:04:51 | 44.39 | 90% |