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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1583 | 2016-10-28 14:40:11 | 70.78 | 96% |
| 1570 | 2016-10-28 14:23:49 | 69.18 | 94% |
| 799 | 2016-10-04 09:08:35 | 55.50 | 90% |
| 687 | 2016-09-30 15:35:47 | 63.10 | 96% |
| 59 | 2016-09-15 10:46:18 | 48.44 | 90% |