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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1952 | 2014-12-15 13:30:16 | 101.96 | 95% |
| 1610 | 2014-08-19 07:33:04 | 102.74 | 96% |
| 1419 | 2014-08-10 09:27:16 | 119.14 | 100% |
| 1118 | 2014-06-10 14:43:03 | 97.14 | 99% |
| 1036 | 2013-10-26 23:36:45 | 85.86 | 95% |