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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 878 | 2013-07-16 00:44:21 | 93.48 | 100% |
| 756 | 2013-05-11 21:18:12 | 80.35 | 96% |
| 545 | 2013-02-17 11:28:29 | 86.08 | 98% |
| 455 | 2013-01-21 02:46:07 | 75.30 | 96% |