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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1026 | 2017-01-11 05:01:48 | 116.68 | 95% |
| 1025 | 2017-01-11 05:00:34 | 121.60 | 98% |
| 718 | 2013-07-28 22:04:48 | 125.63 | 96% |
| 632 | 2012-11-21 06:59:01 | 126.41 | 98% |
| 382 | 2012-10-17 03:35:34 | 115.68 | 94% |
| 269 | 2012-01-19 06:31:22 | 113.51 | 94% |
| 255 | 2011-11-22 22:14:43 | 113.09 | 94% |