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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 813 | 2014-03-05 07:09:26 | 112.34 | 96% |
| 523 | 2012-07-10 20:32:29 | 115.83 | 93% |
| 392 | 2011-12-15 08:35:21 | 129.45 | 98% |
| 11 | 2009-09-26 08:27:22 | 108.51 |