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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1652 | 2017-01-04 05:32:23 | 59.08 | 96% |
| 1275 | 2012-03-04 02:39:47 | 69.85 | 94% |
| 358 | 2011-11-22 01:22:30 | 75.21 | 97% |
| 66 | 2011-07-09 20:29:20 | 55.29 | 91% |