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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1102 | 2011-12-17 21:51:34 | 94.77 | 92% |
| 776 | 2011-10-11 21:39:00 | 95.62 | 93% |
| 744 | 2011-10-11 20:51:13 | 109.82 | 97% |
| 370 | 2011-06-16 21:51:38 | 91.30 | 92% |
| 34 | 2011-06-01 20:08:51 | 85.80 | 92% |