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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1041 | 2012-11-19 06:59:44 | 48.16 | 89% |
| 942 | 2012-09-05 12:41:42 | 56.31 | 93% |
| 691 | 2012-08-04 10:23:12 | 55.60 | 96% |