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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 935 | 2012-07-14 14:41:19 | 47.46 | 90% |
| 673 | 2012-07-06 10:50:03 | 46.56 | 92% |
| 133 | 2012-06-26 10:18:01 | 32.62 | 84% |
| 114 | 2012-06-26 09:16:06 | 33.49 | 83% |