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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 467 | 2013-07-11 00:16:17 | 100.14 | 93% |
| 385 | 2013-05-06 19:28:39 | 96.32 | 91% |
| 383 | 2013-04-26 17:22:13 | 111.09 | 96% |
| 131 | 2011-09-01 19:22:12 | 81.06 | 96% |