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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 489 | 2013-04-13 13:29:59 | 115.57 | 96% |
| 447 | 2011-11-23 23:44:29 | 93.17 | 95% |
| 424 | 2011-11-18 01:36:24 | 89.02 | 94% |
| 221 | 2011-09-02 23:53:25 | 84.68 | 92% |