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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 269 | 2013-11-25 15:40:24 | 125.93 | 99% |
| 228 | 2013-11-24 10:50:16 | 116.47 | 96% |
| 60 | 2013-11-20 18:24:53 | 120.42 | 98% |