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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2318 | 2013-03-14 22:14:21 | 58.96 | 93% |
| 1776 | 2013-03-04 19:55:27 | 56.33 | 91% |
| 1586 | 2013-02-27 16:40:10 | 54.49 | 94% |
| 1454 | 2013-02-25 18:51:47 | 60.81 | 95% |
| 1175 | 2013-02-19 21:07:48 | 55.21 | 93% |
| 1007 | 2013-02-14 19:49:03 | 62.66 | 97% |
| 857 | 2013-02-13 16:20:52 | 60.18 | 96% |
| 800 | 2013-02-12 16:29:55 | 51.92 | 89% |
| 376 | 2013-02-01 17:09:44 | 55.07 | 96% |