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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 988 | 2012-09-19 03:26:56 | 33.81 | 95% |
| 803 | 2012-09-05 02:15:53 | 35.92 | 94% |
| 221 | 2012-07-13 21:49:40 | 32.01 | 95% |