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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 865 | 2015-04-03 00:56:53 | 85.35 | 97% |
| 587 | 2013-03-07 11:44:36 | 66.18 | 92% |
| 498 | 2012-12-27 15:12:58 | 57.27 | 95% |