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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3001 | 2012-09-15 20:04:49 | 115.91 | 96% |
| 2439 | 2012-09-12 23:46:01 | 144.63 | 100% |
| 2385 | 2012-09-12 23:04:01 | 136.08 | 97% |
| 2012 | 2012-09-11 15:25:29 | 134.85 | 100% |
| 1903 | 2012-09-10 20:41:20 | 142.16 | 100% |
| 1520 | 2012-09-02 21:07:17 | 139.49 | 99% |
| 1504 | 2012-09-02 20:56:05 | 124.16 | 97% |
| 1052 | 2012-08-25 22:52:59 | 111.01 | 99% |
| 621 | 2012-07-13 03:54:57 | 116.80 | 99% |
| 547 | 2012-07-10 22:18:04 | 114.79 | 98% |