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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1367 | 2016-06-16 23:00:05 | 70.36 | 93% |
| 1157 | 2014-05-23 11:27:24 | 56.76 | 89% |
| 1106 | 2014-05-09 21:31:47 | 77.44 | 96% |
| 754 | 2014-04-18 01:47:12 | 68.84 | 92% |
| 134 | 2012-10-25 23:41:52 | 74.11 | 95% |
| 80 | 2012-10-17 23:17:01 | 71.56 | 92% |
| 47 | 2012-10-11 03:56:38 | 56.10 | 84% |