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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1147 | 2016-11-30 16:28:46 | 111.44 | 95% |
| 899 | 2016-10-31 14:28:27 | 101.62 | 92% |
| 880 | 2016-10-28 14:34:10 | 126.71 | 99% |
| 170 | 2016-09-14 14:48:27 | 113.75 | 96% |