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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1500 | 2015-12-27 14:55:01 | 110.03 | 97% |
| 1486 | 2015-12-27 14:42:26 | 114.01 | 96% |
| 1260 | 2015-12-22 06:03:03 | 102.02 | 93% |
| 909 | 2015-12-10 10:23:49 | 103.29 | 94% |
| 523 | 2015-12-02 07:50:59 | 96.24 | 93% |
| 353 | 2015-11-30 08:01:54 | 101.37 | 95% |