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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2056 | 2013-08-19 14:28:02 | 67.51 | 97% |
| 1579 | 2013-03-28 00:12:51 | 75.73 | 99% |
| 512 | 2013-01-23 10:29:52 | 72.98 | 97% |
| 492 | 2013-01-23 09:48:26 | 73.38 | 97% |
| 482 | 2013-01-22 23:41:43 | 70.42 | 97% |
| 6 | 2012-12-09 21:36:48 | 56.44 | 93% |