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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2465 | 2015-04-22 16:29:58 | 110.66 | 97% |
| 1990 | 2013-05-04 17:37:00 | 102.38 | 94% |
| 1533 | 2013-02-08 16:57:16 | 100.05 | 96% |
| 1315 | 2013-01-29 01:23:19 | 87.40 | 92% |
| 473 | 2012-09-03 02:51:27 | 105.54 | 97% |