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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2113 | 2016-11-29 05:16:37 | 72.18 | 91% |
| 1233 | 2014-05-06 07:53:54 | 62.03 | 90% |
| 1206 | 2014-05-04 05:00:20 | 67.72 | 93% |
| 1146 | 2014-04-21 04:37:26 | 64.77 | 92% |
| 1082 | 2011-02-10 23:28:45 | 63.44 | |
| 988 | 2011-01-12 18:42:10 | 68.60 |