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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1485 | 2015-04-24 06:13:34 | 75.17 | 96% |
| 1245 | 2012-02-02 17:46:36 | 71.50 | 93% |
| 1020 | 2011-07-19 08:23:57 | 77.77 | 97% |