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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1236 | 2013-04-25 17:31:58 | 79.93 | 97% |
| 927 | 2013-04-04 22:18:51 | 71.01 | 95% |
| 526 | 2012-06-22 19:14:14 | 62.17 | 97% |