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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 942 | 2013-04-11 07:15:50 | 75.81 | 97% |
| 703 | 2013-02-26 09:20:40 | 67.60 | 94% |
| 630 | 2013-02-22 01:54:31 | 65.31 | 97% |
| 422 | 2013-02-02 07:51:20 | 61.67 | 92% |
| 198 | 2013-01-19 08:35:45 | 66.84 | 97% |
| 143 | 2013-01-17 06:36:17 | 64.09 | 98% |