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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2599 | 2014-10-01 11:45:50 | 94.60 | 97% |
| 1332 | 2013-09-02 16:00:49 | 88.01 | 94% |
| 238 | 2010-02-05 15:46:19 | 80.41 | |
| 231 | 2010-02-04 20:36:46 | 75.46 | |
| 101 | 2010-02-02 19:09:20 | 70.57 |