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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 907 | 2013-07-31 18:26:15 | 50.28 | 91% |
| 802 | 2013-07-16 18:38:20 | 53.22 | 92% |
| 595 | 2013-07-09 14:12:50 | 50.65 | 92% |