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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3374 | 2017-07-29 17:12:38 | 145.45 | 98% |
| 1967 | 2014-01-22 04:34:47 | 159.45 | 96% |
| 1560 | 2011-12-10 20:09:08 | 140.60 | 86% |
| 485 | 2011-10-19 00:23:23 | 148.10 | 92% |
| 402 | 2011-06-25 21:41:15 | 165.65 | 100% |
| 295 | 2010-10-17 15:48:42 | 158.96 |