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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2415 | 2014-08-25 10:42:59 | 93.45 | 93% |
| 1908 | 2014-02-18 14:41:40 | 75.64 | 91% |
| 1905 | 2014-02-17 09:47:36 | 83.44 | 90% |
| 1242 | 2013-07-31 17:21:06 | 70.40 | 87% |
| 296 | 2013-05-20 01:17:31 | 71.51 | 88% |