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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1233 | 2013-02-07 05:30:46 | 71.41 | 94% |
| 852 | 2013-01-18 06:18:44 | 76.45 | 93% |
| 664 | 2013-01-10 05:56:25 | 76.33 | 96% |
| 657 | 2013-01-10 05:48:13 | 82.66 | 96% |
| 194 | 2012-12-19 05:05:31 | 80.60 | 97% |