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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 889 | 2015-04-08 02:40:57 | 85.19 | 96% |
| 585 | 2015-03-10 06:39:40 | 80.88 | 97% |
| 563 | 2015-03-10 01:25:49 | 75.97 | 95% |
| 554 | 2015-03-10 01:15:13 | 79.22 | 96% |
| 110 | 2015-03-01 10:52:42 | 82.59 | 97% |
| 41 | 2015-02-19 05:19:56 | 75.64 | 97% |