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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2013-03-19 22:24:34 | 97.29 | 97% |
| 749 | 2012-10-31 14:58:36 | 85.19 | 95% |
| 528 | 2012-10-18 15:51:53 | 96.75 | 98% |
| 497 | 2012-10-16 21:44:30 | 77.76 | 91% |