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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 710 | 2012-05-18 08:52:55 | 136.83 | 94% |
| 655 | 2012-03-21 14:06:59 | 110.09 | 89% |
| 564 | 2012-02-11 14:12:30 | 133.22 | 95% |
| 56 | 2011-03-18 15:23:39 | 121.75 |