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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1204 | 2015-01-21 02:53:18 | 110.47 | 97% |
| 713 | 2012-09-14 01:46:25 | 89.02 | 96% |
| 701 | 2012-09-11 01:47:21 | 73.63 | 90% |
| 594 | 2012-05-16 14:32:13 | 72.06 | 96% |
| 195 | 2012-01-03 00:54:06 | 74.70 | 97% |