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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1358 | 2013-06-03 05:20:46 | 105.99 | 96% |
| 1014 | 2012-10-16 00:40:32 | 104.77 | 94% |
| 796 | 2012-10-10 22:55:41 | 101.44 | 94% |
| 417 | 2012-10-06 16:57:03 | 107.23 | 95% |
| 365 | 2012-10-06 05:18:17 | 94.98 | 94% |
| 162 | 2012-10-05 04:31:44 | 89.92 | 93% |