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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2234 | 2017-01-11 05:01:47 | 120.07 | 96% |
| 817 | 2010-02-11 02:27:18 | 125.61 | |
| 761 | 2010-02-02 14:23:49 | 123.13 | |
| 586 | 2009-12-27 06:36:04 | 125.10 | |
| 528 | 2009-12-18 06:28:08 | 106.71 | |
| 404 | 2009-12-09 12:52:19 | 119.62 |