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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1060 | 2013-12-20 07:44:34 | 59.73 | 96% |
| 1003 | 2013-12-17 11:54:02 | 54.25 | 89% |
| 630 | 2012-09-25 09:46:36 | 62.83 | 92% |