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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1156 | 2015-05-22 04:37:26 | 97.96 | 96% |
| 1133 | 2015-05-22 03:30:03 | 100.45 | 95% |
| 1110 | 2014-02-12 02:19:31 | 106.88 | 98% |
| 1026 | 2012-08-18 04:04:30 | 103.58 | 99% |
| 992 | 2012-07-03 23:42:39 | 109.08 | 97% |
| 490 | 2012-05-02 03:28:25 | 101.38 | 96% |