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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2101 | 2016-10-31 23:49:46 | 116.83 | 96% |
| 2000 | 2016-10-27 07:39:48 | 118.29 | 96% |
| 1956 | 2016-10-26 06:44:35 | 116.46 | 95% |
| 787 | 2016-05-26 03:07:43 | 117.43 | 97% |
| 778 | 2016-05-26 02:59:38 | 96.88 | 92% |
| 654 | 2016-05-22 00:40:55 | 97.14 | 91% |
| 399 | 2016-05-12 04:55:31 | 99.66 | 92% |
| 214 | 2016-05-08 08:11:57 | 93.07 | 94% |