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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 738 | 2012-08-31 16:29:33 | 125.06 | 98% |
| 676 | 2012-08-28 02:19:22 | 130.12 | 97% |
| 430 | 2012-08-13 16:32:47 | 138.44 | 98% |
| 343 | 2012-08-02 11:47:08 | 133.14 | 98% |
| 279 | 2012-06-18 20:56:23 | 121.74 | 98% |
| 277 | 2012-06-18 18:52:23 | 134.19 | 99% |
| 272 | 2012-06-17 18:31:33 | 134.58 | 98% |
| 238 | 2012-05-26 10:50:44 | 137.87 | 99% |
| 212 | 2012-04-30 02:58:34 | 132.20 | 97% |