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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 269 | 2013-06-28 03:18:29 | 95.66 | 87% |
| 195 | 2013-06-25 07:35:47 | 100.28 | 90% |
| 6 | 2013-06-21 11:41:14 | 92.64 | 85% |