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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1953 | 2011-11-26 22:15:21 | 85.44 | 93% |
| 1671 | 2011-10-27 00:34:14 | 82.47 | 92% |
| 728 | 2010-11-22 02:11:00 | 69.64 |