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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1095 | 2011-10-03 06:15:35 | 154.32 | 91% |
| 987 | 2011-09-19 08:44:17 | 177.95 | 98% |
| 914 | 2011-09-12 21:52:15 | 171.03 | 100% |
| 731 | 2011-09-02 19:37:23 | 167.41 | 96% |
| 279 | 2011-07-08 21:29:25 | 164.49 | 97% |