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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 186 | 2013-10-07 04:45:24 | 45.43 | 92% |
| 126 | 2013-08-28 05:40:01 | 42.94 | 89% |
| 40 | 2013-08-21 06:24:58 | 48.81 | 93% |