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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 687 | 2013-07-09 03:50:20 | 126.71 | 96% |
| 599 | 2013-07-07 09:59:12 | 109.05 | 93% |
| 88 | 2013-07-02 07:09:45 | 90.19 | 86% |