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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1932 | 2011-07-27 13:05:28 | 168.46 | 100% |
| 1872 | 2011-07-27 05:45:07 | 145.04 | 99% |
| 1685 | 2011-07-25 07:45:04 | 152.23 | 100% |
| 1467 | 2011-07-24 09:48:24 | 174.53 | 98% |
| 1433 | 2011-07-24 09:25:15 | 154.43 | 99% |
| 1286 | 2011-07-24 01:32:47 | 149.93 | 97% |
| 1282 | 2011-07-24 01:29:25 | 148.10 | 98% |
| 450 | 2011-07-20 22:51:56 | 149.69 | 97% |
| 213 | 2011-07-20 05:04:30 | 148.33 | 99% |