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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1285 | 2012-05-03 13:25:42 | 79.98 | 94% |
| 197 | 2011-06-25 15:05:36 | 68.65 | 94% |
| 117 | 2011-06-25 06:59:55 | 54.93 | 85% |