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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2273 | 2013-01-28 17:04:50 | 53.39 | 94% |
| 2260 | 2013-01-25 13:50:57 | 56.08 | 92% |
| 2025 | 2012-12-14 17:33:19 | 44.82 | 83% |