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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1896 | 2012-04-22 06:52:09 | 86.38 | 94% |
| 1534 | 2012-03-25 13:00:16 | 76.97 | 93% |
| 1309 | 2012-03-06 08:17:03 | 93.79 | 99% |
| 897 | 2011-07-20 13:30:23 | 72.93 | 92% |
| 432 | 2011-05-18 12:55:30 | 77.64 | 97% |
| 172 | 2011-04-21 17:03:01 | 73.81 |