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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1755 | 2014-10-27 13:28:07 | 98.63 | 94% |
| 1369 | 2014-09-25 07:15:42 | 101.43 | 96% |
| 990 | 2014-09-01 08:59:25 | 105.66 | 97% |
| 492 | 2014-08-01 07:26:31 | 99.27 | 96% |
| 223 | 2014-07-15 07:37:44 | 99.07 | 94% |