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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 324 | 2013-10-27 19:07:27 | 82.11 | 94% |
| 299 | 2013-09-19 08:39:22 | 70.30 | 94% |
| 278 | 2013-09-02 11:23:53 | 77.05 | 94% |