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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1729 | 2012-06-07 02:48:49 | 124.41 | 97% |
| 233 | 2011-09-10 04:03:59 | 124.81 | 98% |
| 108 | 2011-09-09 02:24:05 | 108.20 | 94% |