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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2164 | 2013-08-02 12:23:12 | 62.20 | 100% |
| 519 | 2012-06-07 06:52:55 | 47.45 | 98% |
| 370 | 2012-05-23 11:42:29 | 49.14 | 100% |