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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1128 | 2013-10-21 02:03:05 | 62.31 | 98% |
| 853 | 2013-10-12 21:08:01 | 46.31 | 94% |
| 195 | 2013-09-17 19:51:55 | 44.49 | 97% |