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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1592 | 2014-06-27 17:18:36 | 90.53 | 91% |
| 1191 | 2014-01-18 01:25:55 | 77.80 | 93% |
| 1079 | 2014-01-10 12:16:53 | 83.54 | 95% |
| 1045 | 2014-01-08 20:06:56 | 76.38 | 92% |
| 396 | 2013-11-22 19:46:47 | 78.44 | 96% |
| 251 | 2013-11-13 22:53:30 | 60.04 | 88% |
| 141 | 2013-11-05 23:22:44 | 63.12 | 88% |