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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1598 | 2012-04-27 23:44:32 | 61.18 | 96% |
| 1167 | 2012-04-21 16:10:32 | 67.24 | 95% |
| 450 | 2012-04-09 16:23:40 | 43.80 | 94% |
| 194 | 2012-04-06 17:32:18 | 43.29 | 94% |
| 44 | 2012-04-05 15:47:39 | 32.73 | 95% |