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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1408 | 2014-04-30 13:17:23 | 58.89 | 97% |
| 335 | 2014-02-05 19:43:24 | 52.80 | 93% |
| 220 | 2014-01-29 17:50:38 | 56.98 | 98% |
| 11 | 2014-01-22 20:56:50 | 42.78 | 92% |