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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2073 | 2015-12-02 23:34:59 | 77.07 | 99% |
| 1912 | 2015-10-27 23:01:59 | 67.67 | 98% |
| 1515 | 2015-10-16 00:40:13 | 67.08 | 97% |
| 1198 | 2015-10-10 06:09:18 | 62.99 | 97% |
| 1180 | 2015-10-10 05:08:23 | 57.41 | 95% |
| 545 | 2015-09-26 09:16:42 | 66.46 | 97% |
| 171 | 2015-09-17 23:43:53 | 66.28 | 98% |
| 122 | 2015-09-17 02:06:24 | 68.02 | 98% |
| 42 | 2015-09-15 22:53:43 | 69.36 | 100% |