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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1508 | 2014-04-06 15:42:53 | 52.53 | 94% |
| 1314 | 2014-02-23 11:42:46 | 51.23 | 92% |
| 1076 | 2014-02-09 14:59:43 | 60.40 | 99% |
| 808 | 2014-01-26 14:13:53 | 54.74 | 97% |
| 567 | 2014-01-18 14:36:22 | 42.85 | 92% |
| 197 | 2013-12-27 12:26:14 | 39.83 | 96% |