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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3390 | 2014-01-20 04:22:30 | 72.30 | 94% |
| 3323 | 2014-01-17 04:06:51 | 69.94 | 95% |
| 2734 | 2013-08-25 13:22:13 | 56.98 | 96% |
| 1470 | 2013-06-30 14:50:38 | 59.16 | 96% |
| 474 | 2013-06-04 01:27:42 | 47.02 | 95% |
| 47 | 2013-05-14 22:56:44 | 33.45 | 91% |