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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1303 | 2013-04-17 20:40:32 | 50.72 | 94% |
| 906 | 2012-06-27 19:02:53 | 54.89 | 96% |
| 1 | 2011-10-26 17:03:14 | 45.47 | 92% |