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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 943 | 2013-06-28 20:05:36 | 98.25 | 99% |
| 357 | 2013-01-18 22:25:22 | 83.66 | 96% |
| 119 | 2013-01-10 22:31:52 | 93.51 | 99% |