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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 905 | 2013-07-19 18:20:16 | 76.41 | 92% |
| 887 | 2013-07-19 17:33:49 | 65.42 | 92% |
| 823 | 2013-07-12 19:04:23 | 91.58 | 98% |
| 37 | 2013-01-19 01:54:05 | 68.70 | 96% |