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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2013-09-17 19:31:38 | 73.53 | 96% |
| 1012 | 2013-04-25 15:48:10 | 69.90 | 95% |
| 861 | 2013-03-27 17:14:36 | 67.61 | 92% |
| 776 | 2013-02-26 16:51:06 | 64.83 | 95% |
| 645 | 2013-02-16 03:33:54 | 57.71 | 93% |
| 332 | 2013-01-17 16:21:12 | 56.44 | 94% |