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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 400 | 2013-08-25 04:24:22 | 75.94 | 93% |
| 248 | 2012-06-07 14:34:18 | 75.45 | 92% |
| 44 | 2012-04-29 22:26:10 | 68.56 | 92% |