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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 868 | 2013-09-23 01:36:31 | 98.37 | 94% |
| 847 | 2013-09-22 11:11:25 | 115.45 | 97% |
| 635 | 2013-08-18 12:00:09 | 97.78 | 98% |
| 441 | 2013-06-15 13:29:33 | 98.86 | 96% |
| 378 | 2013-05-26 07:02:12 | 63.73 | 99% |
| 239 | 2013-04-26 13:58:40 | 113.31 | 99% |
| 98 | 2013-04-16 13:05:42 | 82.08 | 91% |