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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1209 | 2011-07-07 07:40:18 | 57.74 | 95% |
| 998 | 2011-05-02 13:52:18 | 48.39 | |
| 880 | 2011-04-26 08:01:56 | 48.59 | |
| 497 | 2011-03-20 11:58:00 | 43.32 | |
| 370 | 2011-03-11 14:14:40 | 42.48 | |
| 241 | 2011-03-05 09:49:26 | 33.22 |