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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 803 | 2015-10-10 12:22:52 | 104.14 | 96% |
| 689 | 2015-06-09 11:26:14 | 108.84 | 98% |
| 43 | 2009-03-26 00:35:06 | 32.65 |