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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2252 | 2016-09-01 10:09:05 | 85.77 | 78% |
| 1837 | 2015-02-09 03:54:11 | 105.46 | 88% |
| 1346 | 2014-12-01 05:47:44 | 114.92 | 93% |
| 1312 | 2014-11-29 04:24:07 | 98.16 | 87% |
| 1207 | 2014-11-26 04:25:57 | 96.89 | 89% |
| 430 | 2014-09-13 02:47:23 | 113.87 | 92% |
| 341 | 2014-09-09 09:46:16 | 117.50 | 95% |