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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5143 | 2018-11-26 12:39:12 | 120.04 | 99% |
| 1040 | 2012-10-24 18:58:40 | 100.22 | 97% |
| 547 | 2012-10-02 01:14:55 | 95.35 | 96% |
| 428 | 2012-09-30 05:24:10 | 98.49 | 100% |
| 297 | 2012-09-27 18:53:17 | 87.15 | 97% |
| 183 | 2012-09-24 19:21:18 | 77.41 | 94% |
| 176 | 2012-09-24 19:11:52 | 78.65 | 96% |