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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1264 | 2012-06-07 06:23:14 | 70.82 | 98% |
| 341 | 2012-04-28 23:22:10 | 63.95 | 95% |
| 266 | 2012-04-26 06:42:38 | 56.20 | 90% |