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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2196 | 2017-08-14 17:50:01 | 122.47 | 98% |
| 1422 | 2012-04-12 16:49:17 | 114.16 | 93% |
| 1138 | 2011-12-07 16:50:41 | 116.00 | 95% |
| 753 | 2011-12-05 14:19:56 | 108.69 | 94% |
| 239 | 2011-12-02 11:43:26 | 101.46 | 94% |