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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1267 | 2013-04-27 13:47:14 | 84.26 | 94% |
| 447 | 2013-04-07 13:58:03 | 73.29 | 91% |
| 402 | 2013-04-07 12:53:23 | 81.43 | 95% |
| 21 | 2013-03-29 22:28:16 | 92.81 | 96% |