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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1230 | 2015-07-02 01:38:58 | 122.97 | 96% |
| 1144 | 2014-01-19 04:59:13 | 130.31 | 97% |
| 802 | 2013-06-11 02:25:52 | 99.87 | 91% |
| 505 | 2013-05-19 20:59:47 | 114.63 | 94% |
| 268 | 2013-05-14 15:54:47 | 104.70 | 93% |
| 149 | 2013-05-12 20:37:09 | 100.28 | 89% |
| 68 | 2013-05-05 15:51:46 | 102.74 | 94% |