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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2507 | 2015-06-27 02:39:05 | 149.10 | 98% |
| 2482 | 2015-06-25 19:56:06 | 132.04 | 98% |
| 2102 | 2014-03-10 00:55:46 | 121.33 | 94% |
| 1768 | 2014-02-05 07:44:31 | 151.97 | 99% |
| 1047 | 2013-07-17 21:34:45 | 149.89 | 98% |
| 946 | 2013-07-09 05:17:18 | 137.21 | 96% |
| 649 | 2013-06-29 03:31:09 | 151.29 | 100% |
| 278 | 2013-02-21 08:13:18 | 123.77 | 96% |