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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1447 | 2014-04-12 03:17:20 | 61.23 | 94% |
| 633 | 2013-10-15 10:44:21 | 61.20 | 89% |
| 174 | 2013-07-06 04:19:12 | 64.36 | 90% |
| 77 | 2013-06-29 04:57:10 | 55.26 | 91% |