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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1236 | 2013-04-24 07:53:12 | 64.79 | 96% |
| 1229 | 2013-04-24 07:18:12 | 69.01 | 95% |
| 589 | 2013-04-16 04:33:32 | 65.88 | 96% |
| 11 | 2012-03-08 02:33:10 | 54.52 | 94% |