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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1759 | 2016-01-27 08:40:33 | 64.20 | 94% |
| 1309 | 2014-10-05 12:19:16 | 59.81 | 92% |
| 1270 | 2014-07-26 09:46:47 | 46.30 | 87% |
| 764 | 2013-11-26 12:24:33 | 55.25 | 92% |
| 375 | 2013-09-20 14:43:38 | 54.34 | 96% |
| 210 | 2013-09-08 13:07:53 | 45.61 | 90% |