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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 967 | 2011-08-24 08:41:49 | 81.50 | 97% |
| 377 | 2011-05-28 20:26:57 | 64.31 | 94% |
| 336 | 2011-05-27 10:46:02 | 71.12 | 98% |