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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1720 | 2012-07-08 12:29:10 | 80.65 | 96% |
| 726 | 2012-03-30 18:34:25 | 66.42 | 94% |
| 579 | 2012-03-29 01:57:11 | 67.95 | 96% |
| 451 | 2012-03-27 15:45:31 | 68.34 | 94% |
| 223 | 2012-03-25 02:13:27 | 55.64 | 91% |
| 20 | 2012-03-24 00:39:08 | 65.23 | 97% |