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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2013-07-15 16:29:00 | 68.82 | 95% |
| 975 | 2013-07-08 16:26:55 | 64.18 | 93% |
| 549 | 2013-06-26 18:33:22 | 68.09 | 94% |