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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2072 | 2014-11-19 12:37:03 | 90.05 | 98% |
| 1919 | 2014-11-04 10:47:34 | 87.47 | 90% |
| 1821 | 2014-10-28 08:38:35 | 85.19 | 97% |
| 1675 | 2014-09-19 14:02:51 | 63.39 | 90% |
| 943 | 2014-01-14 11:22:08 | 75.67 | 96% |
| 578 | 2013-12-25 02:48:52 | 71.76 | 95% |
| 555 | 2013-12-25 02:14:35 | 73.00 | 95% |
| 329 | 2013-11-23 05:10:07 | 65.49 | 89% |