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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2352 | 2014-01-24 08:23:47 | 72.78 | 96% |
| 1930 | 2013-12-12 09:39:33 | 78.87 | 94% |
| 564 | 2013-03-15 12:40:28 | 79.38 | 98% |
| 49 | 2013-02-20 09:42:17 | 77.89 | 97% |