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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1971 | 2013-12-12 12:31:33 | 76.78 | 92% |
| 1716 | 2013-09-18 06:28:48 | 72.04 | 93% |
| 1540 | 2013-09-02 12:26:01 | 71.62 | 93% |
| 705 | 2013-01-10 06:00:29 | 70.21 | 96% |