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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 822 | 2014-05-15 15:36:23 | 88.75 | 97% |
| 443 | 2012-12-11 00:53:24 | 88.23 | 97% |
| 439 | 2012-02-06 14:44:11 | 91.71 | 98% |