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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1089 | 2012-12-19 02:32:43 | 140.22 | 98% |
| 1075 | 2012-10-22 03:52:04 | 118.56 | 95% |
| 763 | 2012-02-29 03:31:40 | 101.64 | 90% |