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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3024 | 2017-03-22 12:12:24 | 68.21 | 89% |
| 2377 | 2017-02-09 16:26:41 | 70.93 | 92% |
| 2023 | 2017-01-29 03:04:24 | 64.40 | 94% |
| 1762 | 2017-01-20 20:58:15 | 65.42 | 93% |
| 428 | 2016-12-27 00:06:09 | 53.50 | 90% |
| 348 | 2016-12-22 17:20:25 | 49.54 | 87% |