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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1612 | 2015-05-22 16:08:29 | 80.83 | 93% |
| 1056 | 2015-02-02 16:50:02 | 70.17 | 92% |
| 1035 | 2015-01-27 15:30:59 | 72.15 | 93% |
| 841 | 2014-12-15 16:35:43 | 73.22 | 94% |
| 439 | 2014-11-04 21:30:48 | 68.23 | 93% |
| 268 | 2014-09-18 16:05:15 | 64.05 | 92% |