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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 994 | 2015-01-10 04:47:27 | 98.32 | 97% |
| 885 | 2014-07-19 14:40:57 | 93.36 | 92% |
| 555 | 2014-07-10 03:26:07 | 68.12 | 91% |
| 432 | 2014-06-19 10:02:10 | 83.87 | 93% |
| 407 | 2014-06-19 00:28:43 | 80.70 | 92% |