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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1040 | 2011-10-17 15:36:28 | 56.20 | 92% |
| 927 | 2011-10-07 21:36:56 | 53.01 | 90% |
| 844 | 2011-10-04 14:43:32 | 48.08 | 87% |