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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2318 | 2014-08-25 22:24:06 | 138.83 | 96% |
| 1106 | 2013-02-26 15:52:59 | 108.77 | 89% |
| 1025 | 2013-02-07 19:18:37 | 111.08 | 90% |
| 481 | 2013-01-16 14:27:32 | 104.91 | 88% |
| 285 | 2013-01-14 14:57:06 | 72.63 | 83% |
| 85 | 2012-12-10 16:47:59 | 113.99 | 93% |