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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1175 | 2016-03-14 13:09:53 | 72.62 | 88% |
| 1009 | 2012-09-03 06:40:24 | 98.21 | 94% |
| 988 | 2012-09-02 09:57:34 | 87.56 | 94% |
| 932 | 2012-08-29 08:25:39 | 86.27 | 92% |
| 785 | 2012-08-18 18:04:55 | 87.97 | 95% |