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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2559 | 2016-09-26 22:58:09 | 127.89 | 97% |
| 2352 | 2016-09-20 15:29:26 | 124.30 | 96% |
| 2334 | 2016-09-20 14:08:53 | 127.41 | 96% |
| 2308 | 2016-09-18 00:52:16 | 126.84 | 97% |
| 2215 | 2016-09-17 01:55:17 | 121.87 | 97% |
| 1359 | 2016-07-31 14:09:02 | 120.40 | 97% |
| 898 | 2016-07-23 01:11:47 | 114.49 | 96% |
| 326 | 2016-07-18 22:26:28 | 104.77 | 89% |
| 99 | 2016-07-10 20:47:42 | 115.09 | 96% |