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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1929 | 2015-06-26 16:48:08 | 121.27 | 98% |
| 1369 | 2015-06-05 15:02:49 | 123.26 | 99% |
| 1323 | 2015-06-03 22:49:28 | 104.10 | 95% |
| 1090 | 2014-10-31 14:07:49 | 116.03 | 98% |
| 740 | 2014-08-13 21:48:50 | 128.32 | 99% |
| 596 | 2014-08-12 19:01:44 | 121.40 | 98% |
| 423 | 2014-08-07 13:10:51 | 113.74 | 98% |
| 403 | 2014-08-06 18:22:45 | 112.20 | 98% |
| 393 | 2014-08-06 16:56:04 | 111.74 | 96% |