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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 939 | 2011-10-17 16:27:37 | 56.54 | 93% |
| 775 | 2011-10-15 20:05:14 | 58.10 | 97% |
| 725 | 2011-10-15 18:45:44 | 56.88 | 93% |
| 345 | 2011-10-12 17:24:37 | 50.15 | 94% |
| 140 | 2011-10-07 21:00:38 | 58.76 | 96% |