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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 859 | 2015-03-07 16:38:16 | 72.67 | 98% |
| 772 | 2012-09-09 08:21:23 | 61.95 | 93% |
| 542 | 2012-08-15 06:10:17 | 58.61 | 92% |
| 425 | 2012-07-20 07:24:08 | 53.80 | 93% |