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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1242 | 2016-08-16 02:51:07 | 53.65 | 89% |
| 1110 | 2016-01-22 11:50:10 | 56.05 | 85% |
| 980 | 2015-10-19 10:02:20 | 42.49 | 83% |
| 636 | 2015-10-07 08:25:26 | 46.67 | 83% |
| 605 | 2015-10-07 07:23:01 | 46.00 | 83% |