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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1467 | 2013-03-07 03:56:04 | 84.87 | 96% |
| 1106 | 2012-10-30 05:05:41 | 74.21 | 92% |
| 955 | 2011-12-06 03:35:47 | 88.65 | 97% |
| 824 | 2011-11-08 01:46:37 | 71.43 | 94% |
| 530 | 2011-10-26 06:51:03 | 74.83 | 96% |