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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 966 | 2013-10-23 19:49:51 | 35.53 | 87% |
| 785 | 2013-10-16 19:31:55 | 39.07 | 87% |
| 391 | 2013-09-20 19:49:24 | 37.45 | 92% |