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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1594 | 2018-04-16 17:01:46 | 55.33 | 95% |
| 1578 | 2018-04-16 15:32:43 | 67.90 | 98% |
| 1416 | 2012-09-28 17:51:31 | 55.96 | 91% |
| 1131 | 2012-09-21 13:38:25 | 69.85 | 99% |
| 951 | 2012-09-13 17:41:52 | 53.44 | 91% |
| 567 | 2012-08-31 16:01:07 | 57.00 | 94% |
| 489 | 2012-08-26 12:53:04 | 58.29 | 95% |
| 77 | 2012-07-20 16:05:56 | 51.27 | 96% |