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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4383 | 2015-06-28 06:36:53 | 83.25 | 97% |
| 2441 | 2015-05-27 10:50:23 | 85.18 | 96% |
| 2173 | 2015-02-07 06:27:00 | 82.75 | 96% |
| 1943 | 2015-02-04 09:08:01 | 74.77 | 94% |
| 1568 | 2015-01-31 04:40:31 | 77.66 | 99% |
| 1046 | 2014-11-15 09:51:48 | 68.52 | 97% |