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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 989 | 2015-04-02 13:23:23 | 61.01 | 94% |
| 823 | 2014-11-09 12:26:32 | 57.27 | 94% |
| 610 | 2013-12-23 10:19:01 | 57.40 | 96% |
| 29 | 2013-10-20 09:43:33 | 44.99 | 95% |