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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1366 | 2016-04-02 14:37:27 | 95.56 | 98% |
| 1166 | 2015-01-27 19:42:53 | 105.27 | 97% |
| 1121 | 2015-01-27 18:52:01 | 95.50 | 95% |
| 1099 | 2014-12-16 21:58:05 | 103.23 | 96% |
| 762 | 2014-11-28 01:07:26 | 76.97 | 92% |
| 364 | 2014-11-19 11:55:55 | 99.20 | 95% |
| 295 | 2014-11-17 12:59:20 | 93.93 | 94% |