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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2230 | 2012-03-21 15:29:39 | 83.91 | 92% |
| 2127 | 2012-03-14 14:10:41 | 86.38 | 96% |
| 1596 | 2012-02-13 16:31:52 | 80.93 | 95% |
| 1560 | 2012-02-12 17:02:12 | 93.00 | 97% |
| 507 | 2012-01-02 09:10:23 | 72.18 | 94% |
| 479 | 2011-12-29 09:22:02 | 73.60 | 94% |