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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2834 | 2015-11-16 03:49:25 | 60.95 | 95% |
| 1052 | 2013-01-02 06:42:32 | 45.83 | 97% |
| 1022 | 2012-12-30 15:19:30 | 37.33 | 88% |
| 105 | 2012-11-21 10:32:28 | 32.51 | 94% |