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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1033 | 2012-01-28 06:07:00 | 74.53 | 92% |
| 946 | 2011-12-15 08:38:32 | 60.59 | 87% |
| 151 | 2011-04-06 22:19:46 | 74.12 |