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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 950 | 2012-10-05 02:42:16 | 62.76 | 97% |
| 933 | 2012-09-28 05:05:56 | 58.71 | 95% |
| 889 | 2012-09-20 01:45:12 | 62.33 | 96% |
| 545 | 2012-08-18 06:52:56 | 51.71 | 96% |
| 214 | 2012-08-09 04:05:00 | 43.20 | 93% |