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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 733 | 2012-10-15 22:50:52 | 65.39 | 95% |
| 679 | 2012-10-15 01:08:36 | 58.61 | 94% |
| 207 | 2012-10-03 02:54:52 | 55.20 | 94% |
| 158 | 2012-10-03 01:09:58 | 51.14 | 94% |