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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1520 | 2013-02-27 21:20:02 | 93.73 | 98% |
| 982 | 2012-12-17 19:10:31 | 95.22 | 99% |
| 627 | 2012-04-11 22:21:16 | 81.79 | 95% |