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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1021 | 2014-11-16 19:16:18 | 76.64 | 94% |
| 704 | 2012-08-13 21:23:41 | 73.66 | 93% |
| 629 | 2012-02-16 21:15:42 | 77.52 | 98% |