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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1052 | 2013-11-28 16:53:52 | 104.79 | 88% |
| 826 | 2013-03-06 18:15:08 | 119.11 | 91% |
| 661 | 2012-03-24 21:49:34 | 102.77 | 92% |
| 108 | 2011-09-02 11:46:14 | 100.16 | 94% |