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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 725 | 2013-12-30 10:01:05 | 86.77 | 96% |
| 528 | 2012-08-28 21:44:32 | 70.68 | 94% |
| 317 | 2011-02-25 06:19:12 | 64.81 |