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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1564 | 2014-06-26 20:02:36 | 120.56 | 99% |
| 887 | 2011-10-11 22:57:24 | 93.05 | 94% |
| 805 | 2011-10-11 01:02:45 | 86.81 | 89% |
| 706 | 2011-10-03 07:08:54 | 93.36 | 95% |
| 678 | 2011-09-26 00:20:23 | 95.84 | 93% |
| 612 | 2011-09-24 23:55:23 | 96.56 | 94% |
| 152 | 2011-09-11 20:44:48 | 96.91 | 96% |