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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 855 | 2011-12-28 08:34:12 | 119.23 | 98% |
| 120 | 2011-12-17 08:46:23 | 97.22 | 94% |
| 56 | 2011-12-17 07:51:11 | 105.69 | 96% |