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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3046 | 2016-02-13 22:44:20 | 85.26 | 92% |
| 2263 | 2013-08-30 10:53:23 | 84.23 | 91% |
| 1901 | 2013-06-19 00:37:59 | 91.61 | 93% |
| 1162 | 2013-06-08 12:58:54 | 96.10 | 96% |
| 707 | 2013-06-01 23:50:01 | 78.36 | 90% |
| 17 | 2013-05-23 09:34:14 | 61.01 | 88% |