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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 729 | 2015-02-18 18:54:42 | 101.71 | 96% |
| 555 | 2012-10-20 06:47:58 | 106.72 | 93% |
| 514 | 2012-08-31 14:46:04 | 105.79 | 94% |
| 483 | 2012-08-21 15:41:05 | 106.76 | 97% |