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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1383 | 2013-06-09 23:10:24 | 61.63 | 94% |
| 1274 | 2013-04-24 18:59:37 | 61.77 | 94% |
| 1086 | 2013-04-09 22:59:46 | 62.50 | 95% |
| 1004 | 2013-04-08 23:25:43 | 57.52 | 93% |
| 809 | 2013-04-06 00:41:49 | 55.10 | 96% |
| 579 | 2013-03-29 00:16:14 | 58.19 | 95% |
| 526 | 2013-03-26 21:39:30 | 53.68 | 92% |
| 396 | 2013-03-25 13:41:03 | 53.91 | 94% |