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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1388 | 2016-05-06 14:45:26 | 98.05 | 96% |
| 1172 | 2016-05-02 23:35:38 | 96.03 | 95% |
| 694 | 2016-04-09 17:49:58 | 86.67 | 92% |
| 557 | 2016-03-15 23:46:07 | 89.06 | 93% |
| 432 | 2016-02-06 03:11:10 | 86.65 | 96% |
| 271 | 2015-12-20 00:12:07 | 79.57 | 94% |