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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1143 | 2013-08-29 19:16:24 | 64.40 | 97% |
| 1123 | 2013-08-28 16:40:05 | 64.07 | 96% |
| 485 | 2013-07-24 19:24:06 | 64.93 | 98% |
| 18 | 2013-07-02 13:39:35 | 46.33 | 96% |