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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1716 | 2013-08-10 15:43:14 | 73.00 | 96% |
| 1158 | 2011-11-22 17:13:08 | 73.47 | 97% |
| 581 | 2011-07-28 12:26:51 | 66.68 | 96% |