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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1071 | 2014-08-01 08:54:11 | 84.69 | 94% |
| 939 | 2014-01-04 22:50:52 | 81.40 | 89% |
| 936 | 2014-01-04 22:48:10 | 87.37 | 92% |
| 570 | 2012-10-29 00:51:36 | 80.12 | 93% |