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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1427 | 2013-10-18 14:57:08 | 90.39 | 98% |
| 1044 | 2012-07-16 16:38:34 | 77.94 | 92% |
| 1005 | 2012-07-12 14:41:41 | 91.76 | 97% |
| 972 | 2012-07-09 18:05:00 | 85.88 | 96% |
| 754 | 2012-06-27 18:17:45 | 83.19 | 97% |
| 566 | 2012-06-07 18:43:49 | 76.29 | 94% |