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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1380 | 2016-07-15 20:55:32 | 61.07 | 93% |
| 1226 | 2016-05-16 14:03:52 | 54.46 | 92% |
| 929 | 2015-10-21 17:00:44 | 56.98 | 93% |
| 747 | 2015-09-30 13:55:41 | 51.98 | 90% |
| 369 | 2015-08-26 14:39:44 | 53.52 | 95% |
| 54 | 2015-06-26 18:04:37 | 39.26 | 90% |