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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1769 | 2015-04-21 03:07:41 | 60.76 | 86% |
| 1670 | 2015-04-13 22:15:05 | 63.70 | 92% |
| 644 | 2015-03-24 04:14:48 | 67.46 | 96% |
| 542 | 2015-03-18 04:41:29 | 55.06 | 89% |
| 386 | 2015-03-17 02:51:03 | 51.78 | 89% |
| 270 | 2015-03-14 06:10:41 | 51.47 | 86% |
| 199 | 2015-03-14 02:07:43 | 58.77 | 91% |
| 151 | 2015-03-13 21:33:53 | 62.23 | 89% |
| 83 | 2015-03-10 06:16:17 | 58.90 | 90% |