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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 584 | 2014-09-30 03:07:09 | 107.30 | 97% |
| 581 | 2014-09-30 02:38:11 | 118.22 | 98% |
| 516 | 2014-09-21 05:18:32 | 97.74 | 96% |
| 130 | 2014-08-13 01:42:01 | 97.52 | 98% |