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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1994 | 2013-03-31 10:25:36 | 114.89 | 94% |
| 1965 | 2013-03-31 09:57:45 | 103.74 | 92% |
| 1802 | 2013-03-29 23:25:51 | 117.13 | 96% |
| 1680 | 2013-03-26 16:55:24 | 99.38 | 91% |
| 1292 | 2013-03-13 09:26:08 | 86.00 | 86% |
| 1237 | 2013-03-12 04:24:57 | 122.20 | 96% |
| 524 | 2013-03-04 09:19:41 | 105.81 | 93% |
| 215 | 2013-02-28 07:44:22 | 109.31 | 94% |