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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2461 | 2015-07-10 13:11:14 | 106.53 | 99% |
| 2460 | 2015-07-10 13:10:17 | 109.42 | 99% |
| 2164 | 2015-06-12 19:29:17 | 106.31 | 100% |
| 2047 | 2015-06-04 23:11:53 | 102.41 | 98% |
| 1318 | 2015-04-03 22:36:50 | 98.72 | 100% |
| 1281 | 2015-04-03 17:04:25 | 85.05 | 95% |
| 1198 | 2015-04-02 04:35:18 | 89.07 | 96% |
| 435 | 2015-03-02 02:05:02 | 99.83 | 99% |
| 160 | 2015-02-10 00:20:39 | 95.09 | 98% |