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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1169 | 2014-09-04 12:03:03 | 60.82 | 98% |
| 1136 | 2014-08-25 05:52:11 | 54.58 | 95% |
| 490 | 2012-05-09 11:29:07 | 42.17 | 92% |
| 457 | 2012-05-09 06:39:16 | 48.39 | 94% |