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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1023 | 2013-11-16 03:36:11 | 76.86 | 94% |
| 747 | 2013-03-13 05:31:45 | 82.86 | 94% |
| 376 | 2012-12-11 05:32:08 | 83.59 | 95% |
| 185 | 2012-11-22 03:34:58 | 73.13 | 95% |
| 112 | 2012-11-20 05:11:58 | 70.45 | 95% |