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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1167 | 2013-09-22 14:27:55 | 82.66 | 95% |
| 1042 | 2013-01-30 01:44:30 | 84.01 | 96% |
| 332 | 2012-02-25 05:06:14 | 64.18 | 91% |