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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1898 | 2014-08-25 15:44:20 | 69.80 | 95% |
| 1774 | 2014-06-21 02:46:16 | 66.16 | 93% |
| 1103 | 2014-02-25 13:41:19 | 62.92 | 93% |
| 958 | 2014-02-06 03:19:57 | 60.75 | 94% |
| 765 | 2014-01-24 05:02:41 | 63.52 | 95% |
| 579 | 2014-01-14 08:46:18 | 52.20 | 89% |
| 295 | 2013-11-06 18:54:09 | 48.62 | 93% |