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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1267 | 2013-10-19 00:26:02 | 92.32 | 96% |
| 635 | 2013-05-19 02:59:32 | 86.48 | 96% |
| 290 | 2013-02-21 08:11:28 | 92.35 | 94% |
| 77 | 2013-02-07 02:24:19 | 84.69 | 93% |