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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 534 | 2011-10-25 04:46:02 | 44.28 | 88% |
| 320 | 2011-10-23 03:25:49 | 46.61 | 92% |
| 231 | 2011-10-20 21:51:12 | 43.25 | 91% |