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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 421 | 2013-01-24 02:12:40 | 105.78 | 89% |
| 409 | 2013-01-24 00:49:16 | 129.37 | 98% |
| 239 | 2013-01-19 12:11:09 | 124.02 | 97% |