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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 348 | 2013-04-29 03:51:54 | 142.34 | 97% |
| 209 | 2013-04-22 05:05:59 | 129.78 | 94% |
| 101 | 2013-04-16 01:41:29 | 134.49 | 95% |
| 8 | 2013-04-14 18:23:17 | 129.21 | 95% |