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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4213 | 2017-07-29 17:41:36 | 68.05 | 94% |
| 3611 | 2017-06-05 04:47:57 | 70.72 | 93% |
| 3205 | 2017-05-12 21:26:01 | 98.87 | 96% |
| 2425 | 2017-04-24 02:54:11 | 71.66 | 83% |
| 2282 | 2017-04-22 19:28:59 | 71.55 | 87% |
| 643 | 2017-01-27 20:57:07 | 65.24 | 87% |