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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1551 | 2012-01-28 08:51:29 | 68.92 | 96% |
| 805 | 2011-11-09 01:37:45 | 56.68 | 97% |
| 730 | 2011-11-05 20:28:16 | 57.62 | 96% |
| 464 | 2011-10-28 08:30:10 | 46.52 | 95% |
| 111 | 2011-10-04 15:59:26 | 71.01 | 97% |