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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2159 | 2014-01-20 07:12:11 | 70.70 | 94% |
| 1383 | 2012-06-19 10:46:03 | 63.14 | 91% |
| 1379 | 2012-06-19 09:24:19 | 66.92 | 93% |
| 667 | 2012-04-25 13:28:25 | 56.22 | 90% |
| 650 | 2012-04-25 11:29:51 | 65.16 | 95% |
| 510 | 2012-04-23 08:28:30 | 59.31 | 94% |