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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 962 | 2016-12-09 17:18:38 | 60.16 | 91% |
| 604 | 2016-12-01 23:35:22 | 59.43 | 94% |
| 521 | 2016-11-29 22:54:43 | 58.42 | 94% |
| 264 | 2016-11-05 07:01:34 | 57.79 | 95% |