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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 114 | 2012-10-12 18:17:04 | 125.02 | 93% |
| 102 | 2012-10-11 18:17:16 | 145.64 | 97% |
| 43 | 2012-10-08 16:42:22 | 124.26 | 92% |