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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1956 | 2015-10-07 00:04:36 | 40.84 | 92% |
| 1927 | 2015-10-04 23:54:35 | 41.39 | 93% |
| 1867 | 2015-10-02 05:06:52 | 41.41 | 94% |
| 1752 | 2015-09-25 19:56:15 | 37.89 | 94% |
| 838 | 2015-06-04 16:02:42 | 30.37 | 92% |