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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1614 | 2013-09-08 06:52:51 | 67.84 | 94% |
| 1463 | 2013-08-16 05:14:53 | 60.95 | 88% |
| 1358 | 2013-08-05 13:00:46 | 69.62 | 98% |
| 719 | 2013-06-23 09:18:02 | 45.50 | 88% |
| 651 | 2013-06-16 05:39:39 | 52.73 | 95% |