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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1654 | 2014-06-02 13:26:20 | 125.67 | 98% |
| 1631 | 2014-05-27 16:08:18 | 79.01 | 83% |
| 1000 | 2014-05-05 14:25:54 | 99.98 | 95% |
| 781 | 2014-05-02 16:27:59 | 89.02 | 92% |
| 403 | 2014-04-27 01:51:35 | 108.68 | 96% |
| 86 | 2014-04-23 19:51:03 | 83.41 | 86% |