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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 341 | 2011-05-27 09:27:17 | 112.72 | 96% |
| 333 | 2011-05-25 09:44:43 | 109.14 | 95% |
| 263 | 2011-05-22 04:35:15 | 104.15 | 94% |
| 202 | 2011-05-18 09:05:50 | 106.57 | 95% |