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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3434 | 2014-09-07 01:01:02 | 52.15 | 94% |
| 3351 | 2014-09-06 02:42:08 | 57.24 | 98% |
| 2586 | 2014-08-29 15:27:15 | 52.13 | 95% |
| 2166 | 2014-08-25 14:40:47 | 55.48 | 97% |
| 2033 | 2014-08-23 13:44:00 | 56.39 | 97% |
| 845 | 2014-08-01 02:13:34 | 50.59 | 95% |
| 834 | 2014-07-31 14:22:40 | 49.14 | 96% |
| 303 | 2014-07-20 15:46:39 | 49.41 | 96% |
| 278 | 2014-07-20 08:05:29 | 53.32 | 96% |