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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 535 | 2011-12-11 17:23:38 | 76.85 | 92% |
| 448 | 2011-07-19 10:53:22 | 74.49 | 93% |
| 288 | 2011-06-19 07:05:03 | 69.85 | 93% |
| 175 | 2011-05-29 03:53:59 | 73.85 | 92% |