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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1180 | 2012-02-19 08:45:25 | 105.34 | 92% |
| 740 | 2011-10-06 03:02:42 | 107.91 | 95% |
| 486 | 2011-09-25 07:14:32 | 108.64 | 94% |