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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 940 | 2012-06-13 04:24:28 | 64.04 | 92% |
| 230 | 2011-07-06 20:48:38 | 42.33 | 90% |
| 194 | 2011-07-06 17:38:48 | 40.17 | 92% |
| 10 | 2011-06-05 05:47:50 | 41.68 | 93% |