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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1053 | 2014-03-03 07:23:15 | 90.42 | 96% |
| 924 | 2013-12-05 21:11:36 | 97.29 | 98% |
| 264 | 2013-09-10 01:52:03 | 68.59 | 98% |
| 10 | 2013-07-20 21:50:48 | 51.16 | 94% |