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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1635 | 2011-10-02 22:00:27 | 73.95 | 95% |
| 1570 | 2011-09-21 19:04:56 | 71.70 | 96% |
| 1301 | 2011-09-05 17:03:43 | 68.42 | 97% |
| 460 | 2011-07-17 21:43:21 | 58.56 | 94% |
| 73 | 2011-07-01 18:45:49 | 52.96 | 97% |