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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3277 | 2012-04-24 16:52:51 | 70.08 | 95% |
| 2849 | 2012-04-19 15:02:39 | 69.59 | 96% |
| 2748 | 2012-04-19 04:39:10 | 69.69 | 96% |
| 2643 | 2012-04-18 10:12:55 | 64.39 | 95% |
| 2107 | 2012-04-13 09:31:34 | 64.99 | 96% |
| 1015 | 2012-03-30 08:16:12 | 47.98 | 95% |
| 972 | 2012-03-30 06:17:38 | 51.03 | 95% |