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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1297 | 2013-01-27 22:19:16 | 55.18 | 95% |
| 1276 | 2013-01-21 17:35:39 | 56.74 | 94% |
| 1262 | 2013-01-19 21:36:28 | 55.94 | 93% |
| 155 | 2012-05-17 23:56:28 | 44.79 | 94% |