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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2013-04-05 20:32:05 | 78.32 | 96% |
| 892 | 2013-04-03 21:12:01 | 80.67 | 95% |
| 650 | 2012-05-22 18:31:39 | 71.14 | 95% |
| 511 | 2012-05-08 16:55:38 | 72.56 | 96% |
| 359 | 2012-05-07 19:24:35 | 70.03 | 96% |