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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1337 | 2012-04-30 18:32:35 | 82.81 | 92% |
| 483 | 2011-11-18 19:00:58 | 67.13 | 95% |
| 157 | 2011-10-10 18:11:54 | 53.34 | 87% |