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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 897 | 2013-02-06 12:48:45 | 81.97 | 88% |
| 810 | 2012-12-21 22:54:11 | 93.99 | 94% |
| 768 | 2012-11-09 19:47:41 | 78.02 | 91% |
| 559 | 2012-10-13 19:46:07 | 71.18 | 87% |