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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1904 | 2016-03-26 23:32:42 | 92.27 | 93% |
| 1873 | 2016-03-24 19:14:11 | 81.96 | 89% |
| 1734 | 2015-11-17 02:18:50 | 100.49 | 96% |
| 1277 | 2015-07-29 23:23:38 | 92.19 | 97% |
| 857 | 2015-03-22 18:30:00 | 66.50 | 89% |
| 684 | 2015-02-21 06:12:16 | 87.72 | 97% |