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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 155 | 2014-09-25 20:10:29 | 81.92 | 90% |
| 147 | 2014-09-16 17:00:45 | 80.64 | 90% |
| 72 | 2012-07-17 11:00:22 | 79.43 | 90% |