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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2098 | 2015-12-17 00:11:22 | 113.33 | 97% |
| 2005 | 2015-12-10 20:21:05 | 117.00 | 100% |
| 1390 | 2014-06-14 20:03:19 | 112.94 | 100% |
| 379 | 2013-08-10 05:38:38 | 109.66 | 98% |
| 107 | 2013-02-20 23:07:01 | 98.18 | 98% |
| 105 | 2013-02-20 23:05:03 | 102.86 | 99% |