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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2104 | 2013-01-28 17:44:18 | 52.38 | 94% |
| 2005 | 2013-01-20 13:08:10 | 52.49 | 92% |
| 1885 | 2013-01-03 08:29:17 | 44.04 | 87% |
| 893 | 2012-12-12 16:02:11 | 73.86 | 98% |