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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 827 | 2019-03-17 19:39:22 | 91.85 | 99% |
| 663 | 2013-09-27 04:40:16 | 83.20 | 95% |
| 583 | 2013-09-24 02:19:53 | 83.94 | 98% |
| 447 | 2013-09-21 04:04:13 | 81.08 | 96% |
| 415 | 2010-12-30 16:18:41 | 78.65 | |
| 61 | 2010-12-21 13:00:01 | 73.94 |