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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1336 | 2012-05-12 11:37:41 | 61.83 | 93% |
| 1045 | 2012-04-19 04:58:19 | 57.57 | 90% |
| 997 | 2012-04-17 15:06:51 | 54.28 | 89% |
| 823 | 2012-03-10 12:32:47 | 58.56 | 95% |