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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1593 | 2013-05-29 11:55:32 | 51.64 | 88% |
| 903 | 2013-05-09 10:10:19 | 62.27 | 91% |
| 151 | 2013-04-16 08:48:55 | 45.91 | 87% |