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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2131 | 2014-07-22 19:44:25 | 117.99 | 96% |
| 2045 | 2014-03-03 07:17:45 | 110.87 | 96% |
| 1801 | 2014-01-09 05:48:18 | 99.43 | 95% |
| 1443 | 2013-08-28 22:38:32 | 115.91 | 97% |
| 1249 | 2013-08-04 05:12:10 | 118.94 | 99% |
| 1202 | 2013-08-01 09:14:50 | 101.45 | 96% |
| 921 | 2013-07-05 02:56:35 | 109.35 | 95% |