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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1287 | 2012-09-16 15:09:50 | 99.61 | 95% |
| 1082 | 2012-06-22 18:05:17 | 91.39 | 93% |
| 830 | 2012-06-11 03:10:50 | 98.24 | 95% |