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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1678 | 2013-02-11 10:49:13 | 109.10 | 94% |
| 1254 | 2013-01-30 13:52:34 | 112.08 | 97% |
| 894 | 2013-01-16 15:19:03 | 97.74 | 90% |
| 670 | 2013-01-10 15:20:55 | 84.19 | 85% |
| 568 | 2013-01-08 12:09:22 | 111.19 | 98% |
| 240 | 2013-01-05 15:26:00 | 79.58 | 88% |