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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1161 | 2012-11-08 21:25:09 | 30.97 | 96% |
| 805 | 2012-10-15 21:19:18 | 30.74 | 95% |
| 694 | 2012-10-09 20:13:29 | 33.11 | 96% |
| 338 | 2012-09-11 20:17:26 | 27.78 | 90% |