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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 180 | 2014-03-19 18:09:11 | 128.17 | 88% |
| 58 | 2012-12-02 06:31:04 | 146.57 | 95% |
| 11 | 2012-08-26 07:10:54 | 121.68 | 88% |