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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1444 | 2012-09-25 00:48:30 | 55.97 | 95% |
| 1281 | 2012-09-02 22:04:01 | 55.97 | 95% |
| 501 | 2012-08-07 13:08:52 | 52.29 | 95% |
| 480 | 2012-08-06 18:05:25 | 50.87 | 95% |
| 289 | 2012-06-16 16:28:08 | 41.16 | 92% |
| 115 | 2012-06-05 08:16:30 | 46.73 | 97% |