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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1360 | 2012-10-20 12:50:55 | 44.39 | 96% |
| 1010 | 2012-09-20 09:19:00 | 43.27 | 98% |
| 353 | 2012-08-12 13:14:46 | 34.83 | 97% |