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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1404 | 2012-03-13 17:06:20 | 54.14 | 94% |
| 1322 | 2012-02-15 14:26:24 | 48.59 | 96% |
| 99 | 2012-01-11 16:46:52 | 43.00 | 92% |