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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1621 | 2012-07-21 01:30:55 | 81.10 | 95% |
| 1552 | 2012-07-19 15:30:10 | 75.18 | 95% |
| 273 | 2012-03-25 00:28:22 | 43.89 | 94% |