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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3064 | 2012-07-23 00:38:27 | 90.78 | 90% |
| 2054 | 2012-06-01 10:47:19 | 106.84 | 96% |
| 1683 | 2012-05-25 05:32:45 | 98.16 | 94% |
| 1674 | 2012-05-25 05:19:41 | 95.90 | 91% |
| 1671 | 2012-05-25 05:16:44 | 104.61 | 95% |
| 1403 | 2012-05-19 02:47:51 | 106.40 | 95% |
| 1044 | 2012-05-10 00:56:32 | 94.98 | 96% |
| 460 | 2012-04-23 22:20:36 | 95.18 | 95% |