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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2621 | 2016-04-09 19:56:44 | 60.01 | 98% |
| 2516 | 2016-04-04 23:16:28 | 47.47 | 100% |
| 2086 | 2015-10-21 04:21:14 | 55.59 | 91% |
| 1256 | 2015-03-18 14:04:33 | 57.71 | 96% |
| 1088 | 2015-03-15 14:12:38 | 59.13 | 96% |
| 649 | 2015-03-06 02:28:00 | 58.08 | 95% |
| 339 | 2015-02-23 01:13:45 | 57.51 | 99% |
| 248 | 2015-02-20 23:28:45 | 48.32 | 96% |
| 138 | 2015-02-17 02:33:48 | 43.00 | 95% |