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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 949 | 2011-11-09 01:13:26 | 115.18 | 96% |
| 689 | 2011-10-12 01:45:05 | 117.42 | 99% |
| 555 | 2011-09-30 15:33:46 | 105.84 | 96% |
| 410 | 2011-09-12 21:52:25 | 115.91 | 99% |
| 390 | 2011-09-12 06:04:11 | 117.18 | 95% |
| 376 | 2011-09-11 22:45:58 | 114.82 | 97% |
| 195 | 2011-08-30 21:22:30 | 126.14 | 99% |