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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1774 | 2015-06-29 22:49:37 | 67.24 | 90% |
| 1715 | 2015-05-24 15:43:47 | 78.95 | 94% |
| 1457 | 2015-05-05 16:01:37 | 75.94 | 92% |
| 787 | 2015-04-22 05:05:59 | 73.35 | 96% |
| 753 | 2015-04-21 08:19:08 | 75.28 | 95% |
| 317 | 2015-04-14 01:56:03 | 56.05 | 89% |
| 137 | 2015-04-10 10:46:49 | 67.35 | 94% |