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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1127 | 2015-10-06 20:15:48 | 104.06 | 96% |
| 1053 | 2015-09-27 00:08:55 | 106.38 | 99% |
| 894 | 2015-09-06 18:42:33 | 98.88 | 97% |
| 506 | 2015-08-24 22:41:21 | 88.30 | 98% |
| 343 | 2015-08-13 19:22:14 | 88.10 | 98% |