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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1534 | 2013-02-19 07:10:02 | 91.78 | 94% |
| 1273 | 2013-01-30 23:56:29 | 96.35 | 97% |
| 831 | 2013-01-12 04:34:07 | 102.05 | 99% |