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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 362 | 2013-03-16 05:03:23 | 111.77 | 96% |
| 141 | 2012-12-31 23:15:18 | 116.89 | 95% |
| 50 | 2012-12-19 23:58:10 | 114.32 | 93% |