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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 592 | 2012-06-21 14:08:50 | 46.58 | 95% |
| 549 | 2012-03-13 13:29:53 | 65.33 | 91% |
| 229 | 2012-02-13 12:24:15 | 66.17 | 94% |