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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2013-03-01 13:20:58 | 108.52 | 97% |
| 964 | 2012-12-26 14:19:44 | 101.78 | 96% |
| 112 | 2012-11-04 12:58:27 | 71.57 | 85% |