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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2215 | 2014-07-24 14:51:45 | 76.98 | 99% |
| 1250 | 2013-04-27 13:14:57 | 66.83 | 97% |
| 1194 | 2013-04-27 11:08:31 | 73.00 | 98% |
| 812 | 2013-04-15 07:38:46 | 68.43 | 99% |
| 621 | 2013-04-12 01:29:01 | 68.28 | 96% |
| 591 | 2013-04-11 08:10:53 | 65.42 | 97% |