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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2013-02-13 21:48:00 | 81.40 | 100% |
| 1215 | 2013-02-13 17:34:43 | 78.74 | 98% |
| 509 | 2012-06-27 12:53:06 | 62.05 | 94% |
| 360 | 2012-05-10 15:57:58 | 65.02 | 96% |
| 315 | 2011-05-06 18:06:53 | 63.78 | 99% |