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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1906 | 2017-11-03 03:29:31 | 103.55 | 98% |
| 1173 | 2016-10-12 08:43:19 | 100.58 | 94% |
| 1008 | 2016-06-10 10:11:04 | 102.02 | 96% |
| 802 | 2015-12-13 12:14:51 | 97.97 | 95% |
| 772 | 2015-11-21 07:09:12 | 102.86 | 95% |
| 629 | 2015-09-02 12:17:16 | 94.97 | 94% |
| 514 | 2015-08-14 11:44:07 | 95.99 | 97% |
| 211 | 2015-04-22 12:45:44 | 87.04 | 94% |