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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 273 | 2013-06-14 23:45:43 | 81.71 | 95% |
| 229 | 2013-06-14 20:42:47 | 91.08 | 98% |
| 6 | 2013-06-12 22:03:06 | 88.32 | 100% |