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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1016 | 2011-10-05 12:41:30 | 99.11 | 98% |
| 860 | 2011-08-04 13:11:06 | 102.96 | 98% |
| 850 | 2011-08-04 09:06:55 | 84.34 | 91% |
| 111 | 2011-07-04 13:19:16 | 91.91 | 95% |