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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2075 | 2015-12-24 11:04:28 | 102.30 | 95% |
| 565 | 2015-09-12 11:33:53 | 91.29 | 92% |
| 305 | 2015-09-06 05:50:26 | 92.24 | 95% |
| 262 | 2015-09-05 10:46:34 | 103.26 | 96% |
| 227 | 2015-09-05 09:11:54 | 86.28 | 92% |
| 130 | 2015-08-31 00:04:57 | 75.86 | 90% |