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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 119 | 2013-07-13 00:17:34 | 61.59 | 96% |
| 18 | 2013-01-21 14:37:22 | 49.22 | 93% |
| 13 | 2013-01-21 13:09:34 | 52.72 | 95% |