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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1417 | 2013-12-13 04:32:01 | 163.58 | 97% |
| 1338 | 2013-12-11 04:12:05 | 177.13 | 97% |
| 1083 | 2012-12-24 11:53:05 | 154.55 | 100% |
| 835 | 2012-07-13 09:57:35 | 160.13 | 94% |