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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2012-02-24 01:50:06 | 68.69 | 90% |
| 1019 | 2012-02-20 21:47:58 | 49.02 | 88% |
| 779 | 2012-02-14 19:26:38 | 47.82 | 93% |
| 356 | 2012-01-29 07:19:20 | 58.85 | 91% |
| 303 | 2012-01-28 11:32:57 | 56.31 | 90% |
| 265 | 2012-01-28 04:36:20 | 62.09 | 94% |
| 33 | 2012-01-18 08:04:30 | 52.31 | 89% |