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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 876 | 2013-05-16 12:42:18 | 80.14 | 90% |
| 517 | 2012-02-25 18:35:59 | 67.54 | 90% |
| 316 | 2012-01-25 22:39:02 | 71.98 | 92% |
| 233 | 2011-12-30 20:41:00 | 65.51 | 93% |