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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1522 | 2011-08-22 15:32:20 | 78.71 | 94% |
| 938 | 2011-07-08 16:23:52 | 72.03 | 95% |
| 931 | 2011-07-08 15:54:48 | 76.47 | 96% |
| 769 | 2011-06-30 16:41:30 | 74.21 | 93% |
| 575 | 2011-06-26 14:19:23 | 75.68 | 93% |
| 276 | 2011-06-19 13:42:18 | 73.62 | 95% |