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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1919 | 2014-01-08 02:44:57 | 74.92 | 93% |
| 1877 | 2014-01-06 16:01:53 | 76.02 | 92% |
| 1047 | 2013-12-19 20:16:42 | 79.40 | 94% |
| 801 | 2013-12-16 20:13:58 | 70.25 | 90% |
| 461 | 2013-11-14 01:08:23 | 69.46 | 89% |
| 362 | 2013-11-07 22:29:27 | 68.28 | 89% |
| 279 | 2013-11-03 18:03:07 | 69.66 | 90% |
| 92 | 2013-11-02 17:07:50 | 67.70 | 91% |