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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2104 | 2013-08-31 23:32:56 | 89.39 | 98% |
| 1837 | 2013-05-02 04:14:31 | 87.13 | 96% |
| 1532 | 2013-03-29 11:19:22 | 81.37 | 97% |
| 9 | 2012-03-24 00:39:07 | 66.06 | 96% |