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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1764 | 2015-02-11 00:58:39 | 153.59 | 98% |
| 1674 | 2013-01-05 23:42:38 | 160.08 | 100% |
| 1285 | 2012-11-18 20:15:04 | 136.32 | 98% |
| 610 | 2011-07-04 23:33:43 | 138.36 | 96% |
| 273 | 2011-07-02 20:36:21 | 138.93 | 97% |