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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1244 | 2014-03-13 22:27:23 | 76.49 | 92% |
| 616 | 2013-01-08 21:31:31 | 49.59 | 88% |
| 382 | 2012-12-28 21:28:58 | 65.18 | 90% |