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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4009 | 2015-01-03 05:31:14 | 59.07 | 95% |
| 3412 | 2014-01-22 11:32:27 | 74.24 | 97% |
| 1657 | 2013-06-03 04:30:18 | 72.77 | 97% |
| 940 | 2013-03-19 08:38:25 | 77.42 | 99% |
| 231 | 2013-02-19 04:05:55 | 68.89 | 95% |
| 199 | 2013-02-18 14:30:43 | 60.80 | 94% |
| 163 | 2013-02-18 11:21:37 | 68.54 | 96% |