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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1658 | 2012-01-03 17:58:24 | 59.61 | 87% |
| 1571 | 2011-12-29 18:04:49 | 69.08 | 94% |
| 1483 | 2011-12-28 19:57:16 | 59.30 | 88% |
| 1346 | 2011-12-23 19:40:48 | 60.73 | 86% |
| 1158 | 2011-12-20 19:12:30 | 63.20 | 89% |
| 1094 | 2011-12-19 17:57:15 | 68.46 | 94% |
| 981 | 2011-12-14 21:00:07 | 64.90 | 89% |
| 839 | 2011-12-09 21:45:41 | 54.82 | 91% |