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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 872 | 2014-07-26 11:52:38 | 63.65 | 90% |
| 849 | 2013-08-12 14:15:56 | 60.12 | 93% |
| 831 | 2013-08-02 06:49:53 | 55.37 | 93% |
| 778 | 2011-07-05 21:50:10 | 45.96 | 87% |
| 775 | 2011-07-05 21:45:33 | 42.91 | 86% |