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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 206 | 2014-03-13 12:10:05 | 95.41 | 94% |
| 181 | 2014-01-20 15:12:35 | 95.02 | 96% |
| 60 | 2012-11-28 11:35:54 | 87.13 | 94% |