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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1564 | 2019-03-03 23:04:52 | 72.50 | 98% |
| 958 | 2010-01-25 07:04:01 | 72.24 | |
| 826 | 2009-10-31 09:52:42 | 53.29 | |
| 341 | 2009-05-15 07:14:04 | 47.99 | |
| 196 | 2009-03-03 16:21:18 | 41.50 |