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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1313 | 2013-07-08 13:54:45 | 102.27 | 95% |
| 1141 | 2013-06-21 10:52:36 | 108.99 | 96% |
| 800 | 2013-06-11 13:45:39 | 92.70 | 94% |
| 20 | 2011-05-03 10:29:53 | 73.29 | 95% |