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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1341 | 2013-09-15 09:57:24 | 49.84 | 93% |
| 931 | 2012-09-21 05:08:06 | 50.70 | 86% |
| 548 | 2011-08-23 11:41:57 | 53.52 | 92% |