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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 413 | 2014-12-07 17:06:21 | 77.12 | 92% |
| 337 | 2012-09-10 19:01:41 | 68.25 | 94% |
| 303 | 2012-09-06 18:58:54 | 63.04 | 94% |
| 219 | 2012-04-11 17:02:42 | 69.23 | 92% |
| 26 | 2012-03-06 20:33:22 | 56.47 | 87% |
| 10 | 2012-03-05 19:59:01 | 62.42 | 92% |