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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2646 | 2015-08-06 16:27:38 | 98.56 | 96% |
| 2488 | 2015-07-17 19:43:06 | 109.51 | 99% |
| 2456 | 2015-07-12 20:44:46 | 97.75 | 92% |
| 132 | 2014-12-21 23:37:09 | 86.47 | 94% |
| 48 | 2014-12-21 05:11:44 | 84.28 | 95% |