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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2346 | 2014-11-23 14:53:00 | 98.87 | 99% |
| 1937 | 2014-03-19 13:29:53 | 86.59 | 96% |
| 1919 | 2014-03-18 18:07:44 | 82.73 | 97% |
| 1821 | 2014-03-08 07:59:13 | 90.17 | 98% |
| 828 | 2011-11-28 13:57:02 | 79.16 | 97% |
| 75 | 2010-12-30 21:37:23 | 65.01 |