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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1208 | 2015-05-08 17:02:13 | 84.22 | 95% |
| 1196 | 2015-03-02 15:43:44 | 84.91 | 96% |
| 939 | 2015-01-22 21:50:52 | 79.67 | 97% |
| 871 | 2014-12-20 15:17:09 | 79.56 | 96% |
| 192 | 2014-09-24 20:12:48 | 48.35 | 96% |