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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1049 | 2013-01-22 03:58:53 | 85.60 | 94% |
| 832 | 2013-01-06 06:52:05 | 86.40 | 95% |
| 465 | 2012-02-18 11:59:03 | 80.33 | 95% |
| 396 | 2012-02-11 01:28:34 | 73.95 | 92% |