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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1799 | 2013-05-16 11:25:05 | 56.69 | 89% |
| 1698 | 2013-04-30 06:30:05 | 55.16 | 90% |
| 1421 | 2012-12-30 18:24:25 | 53.85 | 89% |
| 1269 | 2012-11-13 13:49:13 | 53.47 | 89% |