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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 756 | 2012-12-13 17:51:44 | 82.56 | 93% |
| 695 | 2012-12-02 19:57:59 | 89.51 | 96% |
| 414 | 2012-11-14 12:24:36 | 80.93 | 95% |
| 137 | 2012-11-03 13:54:12 | 86.49 | 97% |
| 126 | 2012-11-02 18:39:28 | 78.96 | 96% |