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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 766 | 2013-07-07 04:42:05 | 55.52 | 98% |
| 406 | 2011-10-14 04:26:02 | 51.68 | 94% |
| 353 | 2011-08-12 06:48:02 | 52.90 | 93% |