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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1786 | 2014-06-24 00:49:05 | 93.82 | 94% |
| 1122 | 2014-02-08 09:03:20 | 78.42 | 91% |
| 812 | 2013-10-30 17:19:30 | 78.31 | 95% |
| 416 | 2013-09-29 06:54:16 | 87.13 | 94% |
| 347 | 2013-09-28 04:20:33 | 73.95 | 92% |