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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2281 | 2015-02-13 22:36:39 | 80.09 | 100% |
| 2096 | 2013-11-25 18:58:24 | 74.82 | 98% |
| 1018 | 2012-05-08 04:15:50 | 59.48 | 98% |
| 838 | 2012-05-05 05:26:20 | 49.23 | 97% |
| 778 | 2012-04-29 04:55:17 | 48.81 | 97% |