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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1290 | 2015-08-10 12:05:57 | 85.54 | 99% |
| 905 | 2012-07-27 12:51:59 | 73.63 | 92% |
| 901 | 2012-07-26 14:29:27 | 77.62 | 94% |
| 766 | 2011-09-14 11:45:38 | 71.36 | 94% |
| 531 | 2011-08-24 12:02:13 | 66.11 | 92% |
| 312 | 2008-12-02 12:56:29 | 72.04 |