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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 885 | 2011-08-25 06:08:29 | 76.07 | 95% |
| 708 | 2011-08-06 08:50:25 | 63.46 | 93% |
| 480 | 2011-07-23 06:11:51 | 66.94 | 94% |
| 227 | 2011-04-29 07:19:10 | 53.72 |