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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1396 | 2014-06-20 01:50:59 | 111.71 | 98% |
| 900 | 2014-02-12 02:19:33 | 101.77 | 97% |
| 854 | 2014-02-07 03:50:09 | 107.85 | 99% |
| 601 | 2014-01-28 19:50:28 | 78.38 | 94% |
| 372 | 2013-11-17 00:10:35 | 103.82 | 96% |
| 98 | 2010-05-20 20:20:35 | 100.59 |