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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1007 | 2014-11-22 22:33:11 | 125.70 | 99% |
| 890 | 2014-06-11 04:30:01 | 112.91 | 100% |
| 432 | 2011-11-24 05:40:18 | 119.68 | 99% |
| 261 | 2011-06-24 17:29:14 | 109.30 | 96% |
| 119 | 2011-06-14 03:04:25 | 109.72 | 99% |