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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1843 | 2013-10-15 17:11:41 | 109.58 | 96% |
| 1563 | 2013-05-01 03:38:52 | 101.30 | 93% |
| 1243 | 2013-02-12 01:42:38 | 111.72 | 96% |
| 928 | 2013-01-26 21:23:06 | 102.82 | 94% |
| 755 | 2013-01-21 22:30:25 | 101.16 | 92% |
| 111 | 2012-10-30 20:13:12 | 89.20 | 88% |