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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3122 | 2014-05-16 03:39:29 | 137.83 | 100% |
| 2093 | 2014-04-05 06:18:07 | 120.78 | 97% |
| 1922 | 2014-04-01 02:14:49 | 116.80 | 98% |
| 1898 | 2014-03-30 10:25:34 | 119.46 | 98% |
| 1172 | 2014-03-08 03:46:37 | 124.81 | 99% |
| 748 | 2014-03-03 20:57:36 | 114.15 | 96% |
| 32 | 2014-02-23 08:57:46 | 113.05 | 98% |