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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 620 | 2011-09-27 11:49:51 | 58.64 | 96% |
| 434 | 2011-07-06 09:48:55 | 56.15 | 90% |
| 372 | 2011-06-26 12:11:01 | 55.49 | 94% |
| 359 | 2011-06-25 08:38:59 | 57.53 | 97% |
| 167 | 2011-06-10 13:54:10 | 54.24 | 91% |
| 50 | 2011-05-28 09:58:03 | 52.11 | 92% |