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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1539 | 2014-05-23 07:25:42 | 82.23 | 95% |
| 548 | 2013-04-23 03:31:32 | 75.83 | 90% |
| 407 | 2013-04-04 00:35:38 | 79.21 | 95% |
| 211 | 2013-02-24 17:42:14 | 75.41 | 93% |
| 86 | 2013-02-02 02:33:57 | 78.10 | 94% |