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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3508 | 2012-09-07 17:10:43 | 125.14 | 96% |
| 2251 | 2012-06-08 03:50:25 | 131.88 | 99% |
| 1779 | 2012-06-01 02:07:49 | 133.82 | 98% |
| 1138 | 2012-05-01 03:08:36 | 117.10 | 97% |
| 569 | 2012-04-03 00:04:04 | 127.92 | 97% |