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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2014-04-21 12:15:13 | 60.50 | 95% |
| 925 | 2014-01-01 08:02:50 | 55.66 | 94% |
| 866 | 2013-09-10 12:19:34 | 65.81 | 96% |
| 833 | 2013-08-20 03:18:51 | 57.95 | 95% |
| 584 | 2013-05-01 07:48:53 | 53.17 | 90% |
| 561 | 2013-04-30 20:50:47 | 55.12 | 92% |
| 406 | 2013-04-23 17:53:16 | 60.27 | 96% |
| 135 | 2013-04-14 11:29:25 | 44.28 | 86% |