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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1272 | 2015-12-15 15:44:19 | 167.47 | 99% |
| 1131 | 2015-10-24 04:02:52 | 150.65 | 98% |
| 892 | 2015-05-19 21:25:41 | 137.95 | 94% |
| 244 | 2011-05-17 15:58:00 | 132.52 | 96% |
| 20 | 2011-05-06 02:28:26 | 147.45 | 99% |