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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5896 | 2016-09-19 18:27:00 | 110.13 | 97% |
| 4431 | 2016-08-29 22:22:47 | 118.36 | 100% |
| 3523 | 2016-08-23 01:46:08 | 101.24 | 96% |
| 3108 | 2016-08-18 22:39:02 | 93.03 | 95% |
| 2841 | 2016-08-16 17:44:07 | 106.01 | 96% |
| 764 | 2014-08-04 06:35:02 | 94.32 | 97% |
| 447 | 2014-05-27 07:06:16 | 87.08 | 96% |