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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1557 | 2011-12-24 13:42:55 | 64.75 | 95% |
| 1550 | 2011-12-24 13:33:54 | 64.88 | 96% |
| 1477 | 2011-12-22 17:23:21 | 57.29 | 92% |
| 1464 | 2011-12-22 17:06:00 | 62.88 | 96% |
| 1053 | 2011-12-08 14:36:28 | 59.94 | 96% |
| 622 | 2011-11-26 13:59:47 | 57.86 | 97% |