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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 828 | 2011-07-30 16:29:26 | 69.33 | 97% |
| 723 | 2011-07-19 11:46:13 | 56.45 | 95% |
| 363 | 2011-07-06 01:40:38 | 65.51 | 96% |
| 157 | 2011-07-02 14:03:56 | 60.67 | 94% |