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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1567 | 2011-10-28 11:02:46 | 66.27 | 94% |
| 1432 | 2011-10-08 14:46:35 | 71.17 | 96% |
| 1413 | 2011-10-05 22:15:49 | 65.45 | 96% |
| 1248 | 2011-09-20 09:51:27 | 75.06 | 97% |
| 514 | 2011-08-07 07:12:01 | 62.88 | 98% |