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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2407 | 2016-05-29 20:09:24 | 131.71 | 97% |
| 2186 | 2013-06-17 17:46:40 | 140.89 | 99% |
| 1446 | 2013-01-17 17:54:17 | 117.10 | 95% |
| 1258 | 2013-01-13 01:12:52 | 115.19 | 94% |
| 1178 | 2013-01-09 13:08:08 | 113.76 | 93% |
| 1159 | 2013-01-09 11:30:34 | 110.23 | 96% |
| 988 | 2012-12-20 22:37:16 | 116.02 | 93% |