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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2012-08-31 07:55:53 | 61.74 | 94% |
| 1160 | 2012-08-27 08:15:56 | 60.28 | 93% |
| 379 | 2012-07-28 07:04:12 | 50.78 | 93% |