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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 431 | 2013-04-27 17:38:46 | 83.01 | 92% |
| 318 | 2013-04-26 13:58:55 | 77.13 | 91% |
| 191 | 2013-04-25 07:52:43 | 85.33 | 94% |