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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2013-04-05 07:23:58 | 110.24 | 94% |
| 339 | 2011-04-19 13:09:28 | 96.64 | |
| 158 | 2011-04-17 06:27:16 | 74.30 |