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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 624 | 2014-11-20 01:24:28 | 106.16 | 96% |
| 611 | 2014-11-19 14:53:06 | 92.28 | 90% |
| 504 | 2014-08-21 01:38:51 | 96.57 | 94% |
| 302 | 2014-04-21 10:28:24 | 108.60 | 94% |
| 175 | 2014-02-23 13:39:52 | 93.54 | 93% |
| 39 | 2014-02-11 09:34:42 | 94.35 | 97% |