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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1433 | 2013-04-02 23:59:38 | 135.73 | 94% |
| 1278 | 2013-02-11 01:23:32 | 109.89 | 94% |
| 1071 | 2012-05-08 17:42:24 | 117.01 | 94% |
| 997 | 2012-04-09 05:49:51 | 121.89 | 99% |
| 214 | 2011-10-07 18:42:20 | 117.54 | 93% |