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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 862 | 2013-08-21 01:51:24 | 79.59 | 90% |
| 834 | 2013-08-21 01:18:55 | 88.51 | 94% |
| 666 | 2012-09-10 00:36:50 | 88.21 | 91% |
| 612 | 2012-09-09 17:17:03 | 85.61 | 89% |
| 460 | 2012-09-08 02:10:00 | 89.21 | 92% |