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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 858 | 2013-07-15 11:32:40 | 67.83 | 93% |
| 626 | 2013-03-11 07:03:29 | 66.01 | 93% |
| 275 | 2011-05-14 11:12:42 | 58.33 | 92% |