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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1440 | 2015-01-15 17:25:33 | 74.31 | 96% |
| 1066 | 2011-04-29 11:15:46 | 92.06 | |
| 83 | 2010-07-08 19:26:29 | 76.16 |