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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 777 | 2015-03-22 11:37:20 | 88.73 | 96% |
| 368 | 2010-11-01 03:56:10 | 77.48 | |
| 302 | 2010-10-29 15:14:54 | 77.49 |