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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2243 | 2015-01-05 20:55:27 | 55.38 | 91% |
| 1109 | 2013-02-10 21:27:11 | 64.03 | 95% |
| 735 | 2011-12-13 18:15:50 | 63.31 | 92% |
| 605 | 2011-11-27 12:17:12 | 60.94 | 92% |
| 577 | 2011-11-26 15:23:23 | 53.09 | 90% |