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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2762 | 2012-09-29 17:23:27 | 78.05 | 94% |
| 1933 | 2012-06-27 12:52:57 | 73.41 | 96% |
| 1823 | 2012-06-22 11:06:37 | 74.36 | 97% |
| 1791 | 2012-06-21 12:09:45 | 73.26 | 95% |
| 367 | 2012-01-29 17:15:33 | 48.11 | 91% |
| 267 | 2012-01-23 17:48:03 | 53.85 | 94% |