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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 871 | 2015-03-14 21:05:46 | 94.86 | 87% |
| 865 | 2015-03-08 23:43:21 | 110.36 | 93% |
| 626 | 2015-02-03 21:43:38 | 93.78 | 90% |
| 533 | 2015-01-26 03:17:48 | 89.32 | 90% |