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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2886 | 2016-06-26 15:23:56 | 43.20 | 88% |
| 2681 | 2016-06-21 20:49:57 | 42.36 | 86% |
| 1237 | 2014-07-21 06:13:17 | 39.42 | 93% |
| 1106 | 2014-05-09 03:56:11 | 38.81 | 96% |
| 1059 | 2014-05-01 23:50:32 | 35.62 | 93% |
| 793 | 2014-04-07 14:26:57 | 37.33 | 93% |
| 606 | 2014-04-01 19:47:19 | 31.53 | 90% |