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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1083 | 2013-04-26 16:36:25 | 71.22 | 96% |
| 1052 | 2013-04-08 20:31:31 | 67.15 | 96% |
| 1034 | 2013-04-05 19:32:53 | 61.75 | 93% |
| 661 | 2012-10-25 16:25:04 | 60.72 | 93% |
| 626 | 2012-10-11 17:30:25 | 63.48 | 96% |