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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2673 | 2011-08-09 17:45:00 | 74.39 | 94% |
| 2019 | 2011-07-13 10:27:25 | 71.75 | 95% |
| 1026 | 2011-06-27 10:31:47 | 71.58 | 96% |