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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1180 | 2014-10-26 20:42:40 | 85.71 | 98% |
| 903 | 2014-08-31 14:54:13 | 61.64 | 93% |
| 894 | 2014-08-31 12:50:00 | 71.00 | 97% |
| 762 | 2012-12-27 18:56:42 | 56.55 | 90% |
| 36 | 2012-03-22 17:01:47 | 52.79 | 96% |