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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 502 | 2012-06-28 17:51:21 | 52.06 | 94% |
| 401 | 2012-03-30 18:01:17 | 47.83 | 90% |
| 65 | 2012-01-19 18:10:46 | 48.46 | 93% |