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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 514 | 2013-02-05 00:45:09 | 100.10 | 94% |
| 463 | 2013-02-03 06:43:18 | 117.60 | 99% |
| 332 | 2013-01-24 03:49:49 | 106.20 | 96% |