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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6065 | 2016-12-14 01:30:53 | 103.52 | 96% |
| 4673 | 2016-07-12 01:37:34 | 92.11 | 96% |
| 3648 | 2016-06-05 04:35:16 | 83.50 | 93% |
| 3400 | 2016-05-31 01:24:12 | 82.60 | 94% |
| 3148 | 2016-05-24 23:49:48 | 88.31 | 96% |
| 1953 | 2016-05-04 04:54:45 | 79.12 | 93% |
| 1887 | 2016-05-03 17:21:05 | 82.69 | 96% |
| 1279 | 2016-04-25 02:18:33 | 63.70 | 83% |
| 233 | 2016-03-19 04:38:30 | 72.52 | 96% |
| 165 | 2016-03-17 03:21:03 | 58.55 | 81% |
| 153 | 2016-03-17 03:07:09 | 61.64 | 83% |