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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2367 | 2013-08-01 23:49:16 | 100.92 | 98% |
| 2366 | 2013-08-01 07:23:16 | 97.79 | 96% |
| 1870 | 2013-07-14 06:12:13 | 94.47 | 95% |
| 1617 | 2013-07-07 00:51:29 | 95.19 | 96% |
| 1333 | 2013-07-04 02:38:49 | 97.23 | 96% |
| 696 | 2013-06-19 04:36:57 | 92.15 | 97% |