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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 794 | 2012-05-11 05:19:49 | 53.02 | 95% |
| 148 | 2012-04-28 18:08:25 | 45.61 | 93% |
| 82 | 2012-04-25 07:10:30 | 47.57 | 94% |