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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1673 | 2013-07-19 02:29:09 | 127.82 | 97% |
| 1632 | 2013-07-19 00:13:03 | 124.94 | 97% |
| 1574 | 2013-07-18 22:38:15 | 125.34 | 98% |
| 1245 | 2013-07-16 23:10:44 | 136.57 | 98% |
| 995 | 2013-06-07 00:25:07 | 141.19 | 99% |
| 826 | 2013-06-04 03:11:26 | 141.51 | 99% |
| 817 | 2013-06-04 03:05:01 | 144.24 | 100% |
| 731 | 2013-06-03 03:06:40 | 118.57 | 97% |
| 515 | 2013-05-30 23:00:39 | 128.35 | 95% |
| 316 | 2013-05-28 01:30:08 | 140.91 | 100% |
| 205 | 2013-05-18 05:54:18 | 115.34 | 94% |
| 72 | 2013-05-09 05:06:11 | 138.86 | 100% |