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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1546 | 2013-05-27 17:03:22 | 66.73 | 92% |
| 1535 | 2013-05-24 18:40:01 | 77.18 | 92% |
| 1179 | 2013-04-26 23:18:26 | 71.03 | 93% |
| 536 | 2013-04-03 17:17:37 | 78.92 | 94% |
| 444 | 2013-04-02 02:36:31 | 69.74 | 92% |