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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2000 | 2011-03-23 01:35:10 | 95.11 | |
| 1675 | 2011-02-12 01:20:53 | 80.33 | |
| 1438 | 2011-01-29 22:06:59 | 90.76 | |
| 1313 | 2011-01-23 18:46:59 | 86.68 | |
| 1162 | 2011-01-16 22:50:54 | 88.01 | |
| 901 | 2011-01-08 07:21:51 | 84.28 | |
| 808 | 2011-01-05 18:12:47 | 82.11 |