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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 278 | 2014-04-19 19:33:21 | 106.20 | 99% |
| 99 | 2013-10-05 17:40:00 | 110.12 | 98% |
| 26 | 2013-07-05 05:49:03 | 100.56 | 97% |