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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 413 | 2014-02-07 17:22:36 | 91.19 | 92% |
| 295 | 2014-01-19 16:55:55 | 92.42 | 93% |
| 256 | 2014-01-16 20:46:42 | 101.17 | 97% |
| 101 | 2014-01-02 18:05:42 | 92.04 | 92% |
| 19 | 2013-12-30 03:24:13 | 88.03 | 89% |