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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2293 | 2011-05-26 03:26:33 | 56.64 | 91% |
| 2129 | 2011-05-18 15:29:15 | 55.89 | 90% |
| 1146 | 2011-04-20 05:58:40 | 49.42 | |
| 803 | 2011-04-08 07:06:52 | 49.18 | |
| 570 | 2011-04-06 05:55:57 | 53.99 | 93% |