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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1063 | 2014-02-08 16:11:17 | 54.02 | 96% |
| 597 | 2013-08-30 18:32:15 | 46.03 | 92% |
| 359 | 2013-08-10 16:33:42 | 45.15 | 94% |
| 194 | 2013-07-27 11:38:19 | 46.55 | 94% |