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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 979 | 2015-03-15 07:28:36 | 97.79 | 97% |
| 889 | 2014-05-02 23:21:38 | 109.39 | 98% |
| 862 | 2014-02-25 07:18:03 | 94.13 | 94% |
| 746 | 2013-11-11 03:56:11 | 95.85 | 95% |
| 744 | 2013-11-10 02:13:45 | 90.94 | 93% |
| 648 | 2013-09-25 01:30:48 | 95.87 | 94% |