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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1229 | 2014-09-04 08:59:33 | 120.32 | 97% |
| 1121 | 2014-06-01 22:04:31 | 148.71 | 98% |
| 998 | 2014-05-29 08:55:17 | 126.09 | 97% |
| 856 | 2014-05-22 09:37:04 | 119.39 | 95% |
| 764 | 2014-05-19 09:54:29 | 134.09 | 98% |
| 666 | 2014-05-19 08:10:39 | 125.81 | 97% |
| 246 | 2014-05-13 03:35:19 | 142.59 | 100% |
| 229 | 2014-05-13 03:18:40 | 135.32 | 97% |