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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1677 | 2014-09-29 14:58:03 | 97.50 | 96% |
| 1237 | 2014-09-03 18:46:08 | 80.70 | 92% |
| 945 | 2014-08-26 19:24:26 | 102.01 | 97% |
| 768 | 2014-08-25 16:26:44 | 80.92 | 90% |
| 459 | 2014-08-20 20:40:14 | 88.26 | 93% |