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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 478 | 2015-03-09 15:28:01 | 109.31 | 94% |
| 157 | 2010-12-29 02:17:17 | 94.80 | |
| 13 | 2010-01-08 03:00:19 | 79.59 |