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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1750 | 2016-01-03 21:56:46 | 118.05 | 93% |
| 1436 | 2013-12-19 22:14:18 | 117.79 | 96% |
| 1072 | 2011-11-13 08:41:00 | 110.67 | 95% |
| 177 | 2010-10-15 07:13:29 | 96.45 |