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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2304 | 2016-02-26 12:43:04 | 66.29 | 95% |
| 2270 | 2016-02-25 16:57:16 | 68.25 | 96% |
| 1645 | 2016-02-08 23:18:37 | 56.67 | 94% |
| 1492 | 2016-02-08 01:41:42 | 60.61 | 95% |
| 1463 | 2016-02-08 01:04:31 | 57.72 | 94% |
| 621 | 2016-01-19 16:08:33 | 46.13 | 95% |