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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1713 | 2015-11-03 06:03:34 | 108.44 | 96% |
| 207 | 2010-10-24 06:59:57 | 79.37 | |
| 168 | 2010-10-13 05:03:27 | 80.74 | |
| 134 | 2010-10-11 15:31:35 | 74.75 |