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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3202 | 2017-09-15 10:46:33 | 107.06 | 98% |
| 3146 | 2017-09-12 08:41:33 | 102.67 | 98% |
| 2647 | 2010-04-27 09:21:55 | 80.75 | |
| 2063 | 2010-03-30 09:40:22 | 92.02 | |
| 1525 | 2010-03-20 09:18:36 | 81.55 | |
| 1455 | 2010-03-01 09:49:48 | 76.90 | |
| 685 | 2010-01-27 09:33:27 | 84.01 | |
| 386 | 2010-01-22 07:59:34 | 86.45 |