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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1609 | 2014-02-10 22:27:57 | 118.70 | 96% |
| 1179 | 2014-01-23 20:01:19 | 108.51 | 97% |
| 1165 | 2014-01-22 20:58:04 | 121.92 | 98% |
| 890 | 2012-01-11 05:59:01 | 112.82 | 99% |
| 690 | 2011-09-17 03:27:34 | 105.20 | 99% |
| 471 | 2011-08-12 00:56:42 | 69.10 | 97% |
| 375 | 2011-07-29 22:27:46 | 56.24 | 98% |