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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1839 | 2016-05-20 05:25:05 | 107.55 | 94% |
| 1832 | 2016-05-18 12:00:28 | 107.07 | 95% |
| 1643 | 2016-04-25 11:11:20 | 117.84 | 96% |
| 1377 | 2016-04-07 11:02:48 | 105.36 | 93% |
| 277 | 2016-02-08 12:03:22 | 101.20 | 92% |
| 273 | 2016-02-08 11:59:52 | 93.11 | 91% |