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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 687 | 2012-01-03 16:28:45 | 67.45 | 94% |
| 588 | 2012-01-02 09:00:05 | 62.26 | 94% |
| 480 | 2012-01-01 12:49:33 | 58.71 | 94% |
| 476 | 2012-01-01 12:43:22 | 52.54 | 90% |
| 229 | 2011-12-19 17:10:34 | 59.04 | 91% |
| 189 | 2011-12-13 18:16:09 | 47.65 | 85% |