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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1194 | 2013-08-25 12:51:51 | 128.48 | 98% |
| 1110 | 2013-07-15 17:06:04 | 111.57 | 96% |
| 1074 | 2013-07-06 19:12:58 | 114.27 | 98% |
| 687 | 2011-02-27 07:46:17 | 96.74 | |
| 38 | 2010-04-30 20:28:26 | 74.69 |