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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 815 | 2012-12-24 10:29:45 | 89.72 | 95% |
| 810 | 2012-12-22 10:53:29 | 84.51 | 91% |
| 681 | 2012-09-23 09:49:09 | 84.26 | 92% |