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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 969 | 2016-10-13 04:13:41 | 84.71 | 94% |
| 507 | 2013-04-28 06:52:11 | 66.34 | 95% |
| 473 | 2013-04-25 04:21:46 | 58.79 | 91% |
| 383 | 2013-04-08 23:35:04 | 58.74 | 94% |