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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1594 | 2014-01-03 04:36:23 | 65.83 | 95% |
| 1250 | 2013-03-19 11:15:08 | 67.95 | 95% |
| 767 | 2012-12-22 08:31:13 | 62.71 | 97% |
| 719 | 2012-12-16 11:44:23 | 60.58 | 95% |
| 690 | 2012-12-15 10:43:35 | 61.94 | 94% |
| 530 | 2012-12-09 09:33:06 | 60.45 | 95% |