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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1026 | 2013-08-07 14:43:17 | 74.24 | 98% |
| 951 | 2013-08-05 06:30:35 | 61.95 | 91% |
| 159 | 2013-07-16 20:31:46 | 55.96 | 94% |
| 79 | 2013-07-15 15:08:18 | 65.40 | 97% |