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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1201 | 2014-05-19 02:16:30 | 130.53 | 97% |
| 1090 | 2014-05-17 09:38:42 | 117.61 | 94% |
| 1039 | 2013-08-27 04:30:34 | 129.54 | 97% |
| 456 | 2009-10-03 14:18:08 | 102.22 | |
| 444 | 2009-10-03 14:05:24 | 95.29 | |
| 324 | 2009-10-03 12:04:30 | 107.93 | |
| 32 | 2009-10-03 06:48:13 | 99.89 |