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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3110 | 2012-08-31 14:49:26 | 111.96 | 94% |
| 1852 | 2012-05-10 02:49:16 | 148.68 | 100% |
| 624 | 2012-04-12 07:48:24 | 118.74 | 97% |
| 400 | 2012-04-10 06:28:51 | 117.27 | 95% |
| 399 | 2012-04-10 06:27:55 | 124.72 | 98% |
| 69 | 2012-04-05 12:31:22 | 119.78 | 97% |