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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 229 | 2012-03-03 13:32:58 | 72.00 | 97% |
| 167 | 2012-03-01 17:32:56 | 76.90 | 99% |
| 145 | 2012-02-29 19:45:24 | 68.81 | 95% |