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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4599 | 2017-02-01 02:26:37 | 96.78 | 95% |
| 4506 | 2017-01-31 03:57:22 | 84.87 | 94% |
| 3569 | 2017-01-25 21:22:09 | 74.53 | 85% |
| 2872 | 2017-01-08 03:14:49 | 84.93 | 90% |
| 801 | 2016-12-23 10:58:50 | 79.52 | 93% |
| 657 | 2016-12-23 07:54:43 | 83.16 | 92% |
| 445 | 2016-12-10 22:31:51 | 75.76 | 93% |