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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 770 | 2011-08-07 15:31:48 | 124.13 | 94% |
| 698 | 2011-08-06 23:23:39 | 98.34 | 93% |
| 527 | 2011-08-06 10:48:56 | 114.17 | 93% |