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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1219 | 2014-03-22 11:04:21 | 94.96 | 94% |
| 1066 | 2014-02-21 13:26:04 | 108.51 | 96% |
| 226 | 2014-01-18 05:35:28 | 90.77 | 93% |
| 193 | 2014-01-17 17:05:17 | 91.00 | 99% |