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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 831 | 2012-08-08 14:47:59 | 63.48 | 94% |
| 814 | 2012-08-07 13:09:06 | 60.99 | 93% |
| 288 | 2012-02-12 11:13:53 | 56.23 | 90% |