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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2195 | 2015-11-27 03:49:05 | 148.69 | 96% |
| 1568 | 2015-06-27 23:17:06 | 124.79 | 88% |
| 1544 | 2015-06-26 22:55:07 | 139.32 | 91% |
| 914 | 2015-06-08 15:21:14 | 139.46 | 92% |
| 818 | 2015-06-06 17:58:50 | 125.37 | 88% |
| 794 | 2015-06-06 17:32:53 | 112.56 | 86% |
| 203 | 2015-04-04 20:25:00 | 109.08 | 92% |
| 52 | 2015-03-29 05:41:01 | 107.69 | 89% |
| 22 | 2015-03-26 05:58:17 | 136.76 | 97% |