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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1841 | 2015-04-08 01:26:24 | 75.81 | 94% |
| 1730 | 2014-04-25 00:42:43 | 87.18 | 99% |
| 910 | 2012-04-09 23:37:10 | 79.28 | 96% |
| 758 | 2012-03-29 00:43:56 | 73.48 | 95% |
| 595 | 2012-03-17 01:31:02 | 74.48 | 94% |
| 304 | 2012-02-25 15:27:10 | 74.09 | 96% |