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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 496 | 2012-06-08 21:06:31 | 68.59 | 94% |
| 292 | 2012-04-25 21:13:31 | 68.25 | 92% |
| 200 | 2012-04-06 23:51:10 | 73.57 | 94% |