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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2071 | 2016-06-03 06:25:21 | 83.55 | 97% |
| 1888 | 2016-05-30 10:38:36 | 70.70 | 91% |
| 1598 | 2016-05-19 09:51:43 | 82.23 | 96% |
| 736 | 2016-04-26 12:52:22 | 71.36 | 93% |
| 370 | 2016-04-12 10:19:53 | 73.10 | 95% |
| 247 | 2016-04-11 07:57:53 | 66.49 | 92% |