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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1337 | 2012-07-19 21:08:57 | 121.35 | 99% |
| 796 | 2012-06-18 20:56:24 | 116.89 | 98% |
| 251 | 2012-06-06 15:23:14 | 105.53 | 94% |