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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 405 | 2013-02-03 16:33:45 | 68.69 | 96% |
| 324 | 2013-01-29 12:50:15 | 71.78 | 95% |
| 240 | 2013-01-21 12:11:24 | 60.55 | 91% |