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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 847 | 2013-12-03 04:47:56 | 53.92 | 98% |
| 727 | 2013-09-17 07:08:40 | 55.62 | 97% |
| 607 | 2013-09-08 06:53:00 | 57.77 | 97% |
| 49 | 2012-01-21 04:42:51 | 44.32 | 96% |