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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 884 | 2013-11-15 19:02:36 | 52.74 | 95% |
| 786 | 2013-09-03 12:26:25 | 47.79 | 90% |
| 54 | 2013-06-18 09:20:48 | 31.04 | 90% |