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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1239 | 2013-03-02 13:22:08 | 68.44 | 98% |
| 1043 | 2013-01-26 23:05:05 | 60.49 | 97% |
| 962 | 2013-01-19 01:54:14 | 58.61 | 95% |
| 846 | 2013-01-12 23:52:56 | 52.17 | 95% |
| 406 | 2012-12-13 20:59:58 | 44.34 | 95% |