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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1984 | 2015-03-05 06:49:39 | 53.57 | 92% |
| 1911 | 2014-11-03 18:06:02 | 61.87 | 91% |
| 1561 | 2013-11-05 10:47:47 | 68.10 | 94% |
| 1220 | 2013-09-25 12:04:15 | 75.04 | 98% |
| 728 | 2013-09-02 01:32:13 | 62.28 | 96% |
| 134 | 2013-08-21 09:50:36 | 51.71 | 95% |