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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2472 | 2012-09-25 19:55:36 | 56.65 | 93% |
| 1617 | 2012-06-14 04:25:06 | 56.23 | 96% |
| 1459 | 2012-06-12 02:21:51 | 40.86 | 88% |
| 1273 | 2012-06-10 16:23:37 | 43.72 | 94% |
| 163 | 2012-05-30 11:50:12 | 44.59 | 92% |