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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 266 | 2015-10-28 17:30:44 | 133.05 | 99% |
| 234 | 2015-09-29 16:46:53 | 113.74 | 93% |
| 227 | 2015-09-14 06:29:07 | 107.52 | 90% |
| 133 | 2015-02-25 21:18:53 | 108.84 | 94% |