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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1551 | 2014-09-02 06:09:27 | 94.01 | 91% |
| 1518 | 2014-09-02 03:07:14 | 98.07 | 92% |
| 1373 | 2014-08-31 20:54:20 | 112.15 | 96% |
| 730 | 2014-08-24 19:20:04 | 115.23 | 97% |
| 419 | 2014-08-16 22:37:48 | 106.81 | 95% |
| 356 | 2014-08-15 17:22:14 | 102.26 | 96% |
| 180 | 2014-08-09 18:17:57 | 113.35 | 97% |