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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1571 | 2012-12-08 15:30:51 | 54.42 | 98% |
| 1513 | 2012-01-23 16:39:43 | 52.48 | 98% |
| 1372 | 2011-12-08 18:51:43 | 52.58 | 98% |
| 450 | 2011-08-31 09:00:45 | 44.26 | 96% |
| 289 | 2011-08-20 04:40:35 | 47.89 | 99% |